Brenda Novak - Expectations

“No. I’m going to have a shower and color my hair.”

“You are? You’ve never colored your hair before.”

“I know, but my dad’s sister is in town. She’s helping take care of him and I’m ready for a change, and one of the waitresses at the restaurant said I should go blond.”

“As in bleach blond?”

“Is there any other kind for a brunette?”

“Oh, no, Laura, think of the roots.”

“It’ll be a hassle, but if I do it often enough—”

“You’ll ruin the texture of your hair.”

“I take it you don’t like the idea.”

“I think you’ll regret it.”

“Hmm. Maybe I will. Anyway, my stomach’s a bit queasy. I should probably just go back to sleep.”

Reminded of her own nausea, and the baby, Jenna put a hand to her stomach. “I’ve got something to tell you,” she said.

“So tell me.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?”

Jenna held the phone away from her ear, but she was too late to avoid the blast of Laura’s exclamation.

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.

“Oh, my gosh! And I thought you led this chaste little life. Where have you been going without me?”

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