NoV: Oh my goodness, this is the apocalypse…..
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Still dedicated to Rachael, the female Gene…..except not quite so naughty….or homosexual….
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Finny
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"I'm pregnant!" I exclaimed and giggled at Gene's look of confusion.
Once he got over the shock of my statement, he flatly said, "What do you think you're Arnold Schwarzeneggar?"
I laughed and did my best impression of the man, saying, "I vill name him Junior."
"Seriously," Gene continued, "what was wrong with you?"
"They said that I'm very allergic to soy," I told him, shrugging. "Apparently, that's what tofu is made of."
Gene rolled his eyes. "Do you see what vegetarianism gets you?"
"A lovely stay in the hospital and a grand stomach pumping?" I suggested.
"Exactly," he said.
"What is my unimportant day of suffering compared to all the years of cruelty to animals in factory farms?" I mused. "After all, I can deal with simple inconveniences and pains, but the animals have never known anything but—"
"Okay, time for Gene to go home and sleep before he becomes crabby," he muttered, leading me to the exit.
"Tis a far, far better thing I do—"
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I felt much better when I got back into bed. I snuggled beneath my blankets for about the twelfth time that day and prepared to sleep for the next fourteen hours or so. I still felt a little queasy, but every hour it got a little better. I hadn't really had my stomach pumped. I just thought that it added a little drama to the situation. Gene probably didn't believe me anyway.
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NoV: Ahhh….three chapters in one day…..(is fulfilled)