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“Anyway, I told him he could only do it to me if I did it to him. So, he said sure. Now, I told him I wasn’t just going to stick one of my little skinny lady fingers up there, I was gonna go for a cucumber or an ear of corn or something. And, to my horror, he said OK.”
She pulled a long gulp of beer from her glass. “So I did.”
I was almost stunned silent. “You used the cucumber?”
“No, the ear of corn.”
I stared at her. “There is something very wrong with that whole story.”
“Excuse me?!” Dee placed her palms flat on the table and leaned in. “I thought this was ajudgment-freezone?!”
“Oh, no. I’m definitely judging.”
“Whatever. Let’s just get back to your story.” Dee gave a slight bow of her head in indication that I should go on.
I tried my best to shake off her story and continue. “Anyway, so, I blurted it out to Knox at Thanksgiving at his parents’ house and then he said we should get married—”
Dee spit out her drink. “What?!”
“We went to the doctor together that week and she stuck a wand up my vagina and on the monitor we saw the little circle thing, which apparently holds a baby, and now we’re looking for an apartment together—”
“Hold up!”
“... and I don’t even know how he takes his coffee, and I’ve never been so excited and scared and …”
“... and?”
“... and …”
“Happy?” Dee offered.
“Yes, happy. And …”
“... and?”
I rubbed my chest with the palm of my hand. “And …”
Dee leaned back with a smug look on her face and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“What?” I asked.
She just stared at me.
“Dee! What?”
“Oh, I’m just waiting for the great revelation to hit.”
“What revelation?”
“Girl,” she said, leaning her forearms on the table and looking me dead in the eyes. “You’re in loooove,” she said in a singsong voice.
“Pft,” I waved a hand in front of my face. “Impossible. Like I said, we hardly even know each other. We’re just gonna make it work, for the baby’s sake.”
“Mmhmm …” Dee nodded, staring at me.
“He wants to do the right thing.”
She still stared.
