I plaster on a big smile and lean closer to her. “My husband walked out on me last week, and I have no fucking idea where he is. I took a pregnancy test this morning, and you guessed it! Positive! I need a doctor in there to tell me that the test was wrong and that I don’t have another thing to add to my list of things to worry about. I don’t have any cash with me, but I have these credit cards and a checkbook. I’ll pay anything.” I take out my wallet and put it on the desk.
