Page 56 of Sweet Days


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I’m not able to, Patrick. What do I know about

babies? What do I know about sacrifice, work and

bills? What do I know about life? I’ve always lived

by relying on my father and then I moved in with

Nate and I depended on him. I don’t know what to

do on my own; I don’t even know how to take care

of myself. I’m still like a little girl,” she concludes,

as tears start streaking her silent face. “And if I

even start to think about another solution … you

see? I can’t even say the words.”

I take my hand out from my pocket and bring it

to her face. I tuck back a tress of her wild hair

behind an ear just in time to see the last tear glue

itself to her cheek.

I brush it away and she sighs just slightly.

“I think you’ve already made your choice.”

6

Erin

I am definitely better today and it’s strange

because it’s also my first visit to the gynecologist.

Rain is going with me. I didn’t ask her to, she

volunteered.

I’m sitting at the counter drinking a cup of tea

and waiting for Rain to arrive. The pub is closed

and I’ve got enough time to get back here before

work starts.

Patrick arrives and slams the door open. He’s

wearing hiscan’t do withoutsunglasses, as if there

was ever any sun around here; he has on his

indispensable leather jacket and a pair of jeans