After I almost throw up on her three times, Jocasta asks me if I’m pregnant. My eyes pop wide open, feeling huge. “No!” She shrugs. “I saw you kissing Griffin.” “And you think I just fell on my back?” “He’s very good-looking.” “That’s no reason!” “Don’t tell me you haven’t…” She waves her hands around. Can’t say it, huh? “No, we haven’t…” I wave my hands around. Can’t say it either, I guess. “But things have changed. Anyone can see that. I don’t think you’ve kicked Griffin at the dinner table once.” “I haven’t,” I say, just a little bit disgusted with myself. “You should.” “Kick him?” “Fall on
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