"You know something Lucy," Henry said, "What you just said inspired me."
"What did I say," Lucy asked.
"You don't have to be perfect to be worth it. In the hospital I work at—this is my private practice but I also work at the hospital I have often thought they are too harsh on the patients. I have never been myself but you inspired me to bring about some changes."
"Thank you Enry," Lucy said, "You know when I came over that first day I expected you to offer some support and encouragement but I was shocked that you took the time to care for me. You ave so many times since this. I left the oreouse and I'm trying to make a better life for myself… and my unborn child."
"That's terrific," Henry said, "Where are you staying?"
"On the streets for now," Lucy said, "I'm trying to find a place for myself."
"You will stay here with Emma and I," Henry said, "You cannot be living on the streets ESPECIALLY when you are expecting. Roll up your shirt just a little bit."
Lucy looked wide eyed and started to remove her shirt.
"Stop," he said, "Right here is enough."
He took a stethoscope and put it to her stomach.
"I'm not far enough along now am I?"