Even the teachers were buzzing about it. I was the official spokesperson at impromptu news conferences. “Yes, it was a boy. No, Pammy didn’t have any anesthetic. Weight? Six pounds, seven ounces. Brown eyes. Almost no hair, dark though. Of course he was going to be circumcised. No, he really wasn’t cute. Yes, Pammy had to have stitches, four or five of them. Name? Well, that’s up to Randy, her boyfriend. On the little wrist, in the meantime, there’s a plastic bracelet that says Baby Boy Wilkins.” The girls couldn’t believe that Pammy had actually seen Baby Boy Wilkins and was still giving him up to Randy’s family. “Why don’t they just get married?” one girl asked. Another suggested, “Maybe they can’t stand each other, you know what I mean? Like, they just did it once, and then hated each other after that.” “That is the most stupid thing I ever heard.” “I’d marry him, if I had his baby,” one said. “Have you ever even seen the guy?” This brought up a whole slew of other questions.
