“How the hell did you find out about that?” Kit requested with an obvious edge.

“Um…” Carmen cleared her throat, looking around uncomfortably, “Um… around.”

“Who told you?” Kit persisted.

“No one.”

“You know what? Fine. I don’t care. And I’m not sure yet.”

“That’s cool.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Kit glared at her.

There was an uncomfortable silence before Carmen broke it.

“Look, I’m sorry, Kit. Are you mad at me?”

“No. Not at you directly. I’m just mad. How could this happen to me, Carmen? This is so overwhelming! I’m supposed to be going through menopause, not getting pregnant!”

“I know it’s hard.” There was a short pause. “You know, this isn’t the end of the world. I have a friend who was 16 when his girlfriend had a kid, and now they’re a happy couple, living in the suburbs, with an amazing kid. And he owns a restaurant that brings in a lot of money. It’s not the end of the world, you know. Besides, Angus is a manny, which means that he’d be a really good stay-at-home Dad.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. This isn’t the end of the world. But it’s still scary.”

Jenny grinned and sat down at a desk. She looked around, seeing if she recognized anyone from the other writing class she had taken. Unfortunately, there were no familiar faces. The bell rang, and she looked up, smiling as a beautiful woman entered the room.

“Hello. My name is Andrea, and I’ll be your teacher for the next 2 months.”

Jenny was entranced. Nobody had been able to hold her interest like this since Marina. She had dark skin, short black hair, and a business suit on. She walked around the desk in the front of the classroom and leaned against it.

“Now, in case you haven’t noticed. I put a quote up on the board. It says ‘Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.’ That’s a quote by Anton Chekhov. Anybody know who he is?”

Several people raised their hands. She pointed to one of them.

“Captain Kirk’s navigator.” Jenny recognized him right away. That smug bastard from the last class. God, she hated him so much.