“Why do you have a picture of an ultrasound on your phone? You knock someone up?” Before he can inspect the picture and see the woman’s name, I swipe it out of his hand. “Charge and use your own fucking phone, and no, I didn’t knock anyone up.” “That was a baby scan.” I shake my head. “I mean it, Base. Drop it.” “I’m your best friend. You can tell me this shit. Who did you get pregnant? When are you going to be a dad? I need to know this shit! I’ll be Uncle Base!” If only he knew how old this scan is.
