“Do you really think I had a three month gestation?”

Irene Carranza “My God! Rebecca, you’re going to get knocked up.”
“I don’t care.”
“I can’t believe you.” She was pleased with her sister. Rebecca never did anything wrong and now she had, and she didn’t even care.
“Mamma’s going to kill you if she finds out.”
Rebecca smiled at that thought. It didn’t make her cringe at all. “Marta, when is Mamma and Daddy’s anniversary?”
“September tenth.”
“When’s my birthday?”
“December ninth.”
“Do you really think I had a three month gestation?” She laughed at her little joke, the little secret that everyone knew. She continued on. “I don’t care about anything but him. I don’t want anything but him. I’m not hungry or thirsty or tired. I don’t want anything but him, Marta.” THE MULE TAMER III, MARTA'S QUEST