“It seemed the old woman was maneuvering her crutches much better these days. Perhaps her ankle was improving and she wasn’t in such pain. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before she didn’t need Christine’s help anymore. Christine noticed a dust bunny she’d missed beneath the table in the hallway. She’d have to go over the hardwood floors more carefully later. It was surprising how familiar this home had become to her during the past week. Like she’d known it for years. “So you don’t have the flu a...fter all?” her grandmother asked as she eased herself into the recliner and frowned at Christine. “What is it then?” Christine sighed and then looked down at her lap. “Oh, no,” her grandmother exclaimed in a horrified voice. Christine quickly looked up. “What?” “Don’t tell me you’ve gone and gotten yourself pregnant. And you, supposedly a good church girl.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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