“I really wish you’d let me put this off,” she told Cheyenne, who was standing outside the bathroom door. “Procrastination won’t help anything,” her friend responded, speaking in a low voice so no one at the B and B would wonder what they were doing hanging around the bathroom together. “It’s better to know.” “I’m not entirely convinced of that.” If she wasn’t pregnant, he might be reassured by the news. At this point, she’d be reassured, too. Then she could enjoy spending the holidays with him without worrying about how it would impact another life. But what if she was? “You got it?” Cheyenne asked. “Quit rushing me!” she snapped. “I’m just wondering if you need any help!” Cheyenne sounded equally perturbed. “I can figure out how to do...you know, what we want.” She sat on the lid of the toilet seat as she read and reread the instructions.
