“Banks?” Will spoke up. “You’re O negative, right? We all did that blood drive last summer. He can get blood from you.” Oh, good. I started to breathe a little easier, but she didn’t say anything for a moment, and I started worrying again. “Um . . . yeah,” she finally stammered, “but I, uh . . . I can’t donate blood, I don’t think.” “Why?” Will prodded. She laughed nervously under her breath. “I’m, um . . . I’m pregnant.” Everyone fell silent, but I couldn’t help but smile a little at the irony. Uncle Damon. That would be fun. “I was trying to find a way to tell you,” she said, to her husband,
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