All too well. I even remembered thinking how enlightened and cool I’d be if the subject ever came up with my own kid. I was a moron.And all I could do with my decidedly uncool self was sit there and listen to my heart thumping in my ears. The music hovered in the background somewhere as I visualized Becca pregnant with her crooked hair, or taking an infant up to her room to feed it and losing it in the hovel that was her bed.“Jules?”My name broke through, and I felt Ruthie’s hand on mine.“Jules, are you okay?”“She’s having sex?” I said, my voice sounding scratchy.“I don’t think so,” Ruthie said. “Not yet.”“Not yet,” I echoed, covering my face. As I dropped my hands and met her eyes again, a different switch flipped. “Hang on, how do you know this?” I said, sitting straighter.Ruthie tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, a telltale sign with me that she was uncomfortable. My head spun with the possible conversations.“She stopped at the store today after school,”
