It’s hard to tell if the pupils are constricted. “Not so good.” The thin smile fades. “First of all, Jimmy and I broke up. I know we have before, but this is for real. I’m serious. For real. I took all my stuff and the baby’s stuff too, and moved home. Now he has chlamydia, and I’m afraid I might too. I want to be checked for everything. He’s such a dirtbag!” There are tears in her eyes, just floating on the edges, not flowing yet. She wipes them with a corner of the blue exam gown. “So when did you last have sex with him?” “Just a week ago. I thought we might get back together, but now it’s never going to happen. I’ll never forgive him! He’s such a liar, and I stood up for him all this time, stayed with him at the hospital. I feel like a fool.” “You didn’t use condoms, by any chance, did you?” “No.” Her eyes dart away. After the exam, I have Aran sit up. “I’ve checked you for gonorrhea and chlamydia,” I begin. “There’s no discharge or redness.
