2 weeks later
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Betty brung two glasses of orange juice to the coffee table in the living room.
She sat down next to veronica.
Veronica rubbed her stomach.
Still flat.
Tears dripped down Veronica's face.
"Bee, I don't want this baby to end up like it's parents or grandparents."
"Don't say that. You're not that bad."
"I worked for my parents!"
"So?"
"I was friends with him and i knew!"
"So?"
Betty would have said more…
But …..
She got a text…..
From polly…
It said…
"Open the door!"
She walked to the front door and opened it.
Polly was here
