"Oh wonderful! Another sex ed. class with Jeff," I sigh, getting up from the breakfast table.

"Come on, he's not that bad," Queenie says.

"Princess, he couldn't get the word vagina out the other day," I say, laughing.

"He really is uncomfortable. I figure that will never result in weird questions or assignments," Daisy added.

"Yeah, the worst thing is those delusional projects they use to try to teach the results of sex," I say. Funny enough, I already know all too much on the subject. It's almost funny… almost.

"Well, come on, we gotta get to class on time either way," Ezra says, getting up and putting his dishes on the counter.

"Follow the leader," I say mockingly, getting up and picking up my books. "Here goes another day at Horizon, excuse me, Camp Fun."

"Would you rather be back home?" Scott asks pointedly.

"You don't know jack shit about back home or what I want," I say under my breath, leading the other Cliffhangers out of the cafeteria in a huff.

The bright sun blinds me for a minute as we walk out to the gazebo. Peter told us to meet Jeff here for class this morning. Wonderful! Fun in the great outdoors.

"Alright, we'll start with the lesson then," Jeff says once we're all there. Only Kate's not taking this class, she did it last year. "Sit down, the grass is dry, it hasn't rained in a while." We sit and look up at him.

"So what new and scintillating information are we going to be absorbing today?" I ask sarcastically.

"Well, I'm glad you asked Shelby, you'll be in a little skit I had prepared," he says enthusiastically.

"Skit?" Scott asks. I look back at him, sitting there with Juliette and roll my eyes.

"And, Scott, you can be our other player. It's all about sex," he says, stuttering slightly at the word. Hey, if this thing has to do with Scott and sex, I'm all for it!

"What… uh… do we have to do?" Scott asks, obviously uncomfortable.


"Have sex here and now, come on, Scott, keep up," I say sarcastically, snapping my fingers at him. Juliette shoots me a cold glare, but I warm her up with a sunny smile and a wink.

"Shelby, that's not what you're going to do," Jeff says, stepping in.

"Colour me disappointed," I say, deadpan expression solidly in place. I can just see Auggie rolling his eyes at me.

"Here's what I want you two to say," he says, handing us each a sheet of paper with lines written down.

"You know, Jeff, I'm all for improv," I suggest.

"I'm not, stick to the lines," Scott cuts in.

"Party pooper," I mutter. I check out my lines. Not too bad. After a minute, Jeff asks us to play it out. Scott straddles the bench and I do the same in front of him. He takes a deep breath, leans forward, and begins.

"Been checkin' you out lately," he says, avoiding my eyes. I smirk and lean forward too.

"It's about time," I say. Our faces our now inches apart. I'm loving this!

"So, I was thinking that… uh… you and I could hook up later." He's so uncomfortable.

"You mean like," I bow my head, "um, sex?" I say, trying to contain my smile.

He nods, "yeah, maybe."

"Sounds good to me," I say, letting that grin out. God! This is my idea of sex ed.!

Everyone starts clapping, and Auggie screams out. I look down, trying to collect myself. Scott leans back and points at me.

"If she's gonna keep doing this," he says, referring to my suggestive smiling, "you can count me out of your little experiment, Jeff."

"Alright, alright, you two can come down now," he says from the bench he was sitting on. We both climb off the bench, jumping down, off the gazebo floor and joining our fellow Cliffies on the grass. "Very nice… uh… authenticity, Scott, Shelby," he says as I sit down next to Auggie.

"Can't even keep your hormones in check. Even for a class project, huh?" he asks me.

"Can't help it if they have a mind of their own," I reply, taking my binder out.

"That wasn't exactly what I was trying to accomplish here. But uh you get the general idea. Sex is a very powerful thing, but sex also has consequences," Jeff tries to teach.

"Blah blah blah blah," Auggie says. "If god really wanted us to 'just say no,'" he says, doing the air quotes, "I mean, why did he make it feel so good?" Good point. I'm all for that one!

"Well, I for one am all for total abstinence," Juliette says. I roll my eyes at her. Good luck with that one!

"Abstinence is good," Daisy says darkly. "There's already too many hungry children in the world."

"I'm afraid you're all missing the point," Jeff intervenes.

"I think maybe they should experience it first hand," Peter says, arriving with eggs. Eggs? "You mind?"

"No, no, not at all," Jeff says. "I was just about to suggest the same."

"Eggs are a little kinky, don't you think, Peter?" I ask.

He looks down at them. "Not the way you'll be using them, Shelby." Damn it! We never get any fun around here! "These little guys here are going to represent kids." You've got to be kidding me! I hate these stupid projects!

"Hello, abstinence girl here," Queenie says. "This won't work with my lifestyle." You've got to be fucking kidding me!

"Well your new lifestyle includes a one night stand. Now you're single mother to a five year old," he says, tossing her an egg, "struggling on twenty thousand a year."

"Ew, only twenty thousand?" she asks. Go figure she'd protest the money and not the relationship.

"Yep," he says. He walks by, up to Scott and Auggie. "And Scott, you and Auggie," he pauses to think, "you're a high powered gay couple wanting desperately to adopt a child."

"Hey yo!" Auggie cuts in.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Scott says.

"This ain't gonna work, man," Auggie continues.

"No, I'm not kidding. We're gonna meet in a day or two, and you two are gonna tell me why you deserve a child. Just think, your grade depends on it," he adds to the rest of us. "That's usually a good motivator, huh?"

I throw my head back, laughing. I can hardly breathe, this is so funny! Though I wouldn't have minded being paired up with Scott.

"And Ms. Merrick," he says, facing me.

"Yeah?" I ask, looking up at him.

"You and Mr. Freidkin are a newly married yuppie couple. Parents of, uh," he says picking out eggs, "newborn twins." He hands me the eggs, but Ezra grabs them. I got landed the shit group!

"Oh, no, no!" I say, sitting up and looking at him very seriously. "See what happened to the old fashioned drawing a name from a hat?"

"Yes! There is a god!" Ezra says, holding the eggs.

"You're both full-time career people with approximately combined incomes of sixty thousand dollars a year pre-tax."

"That's not enough money to flee the country," I say honestly.

"I'm sure you'll make it work," he says with a smile. God, I want to scream!

"They look just like their mother," Ezra teases, sounding like he's on cloud nine. Why does he have such a crush on me? I did nothing to lead him to this! I look at him sadly and disappointedly, close my eyes and look away. God damn it Peter! You just love to get under my skin! Does he really think this'll make me trust him?

"Daisy… um…" he says, moving onto his next victim. He closes the egg carton. "You are…"

"You can say it," she says solemnly.

"You're childless."

"I'm barren!" she corrects.

"I'm very sorry about that, but I would like to know your feelings on the subject. Two pages by Friday." Now why did she get off easy? I'd rather write an essay any day! "The rest of you, these are your children. Never leave more than arm's reach away, not for even a moment. You must keep them warm, safe, and if you crack your child, your grade's gonna suffer. Got it? I want these family budgets and child care plans filled out by Friday," he says, handing out some sheets. "And, uh, Shelby," he says getting my attention and handing me my sheet. "And anything else? Alright. Good luck!" he adds, dismissing us. I officially hate him for giving us this project!

I get up and walk away, Ezra staying close. Ew! Gotta shrug him off!

We all walk off to the lodge. It's our spare, and until lunch, there's really nothing to do.

And Ezra definitely wants to get started on this project. Daisy and Jules leave for the dorm after picking up some yearbooks and books on being childless, respectively. I grab a magazine lying on the table and fling myself onto a couch. Ezra sits down on the coffee table and stares at me.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Hunny," he says, cocking his head to the side, "don't fight in front of the kids!"

"Don't call me hunny!" I spit out from between clenched teeth.

"Darling?"

"Ezra!"

"My love! Don't get mad!" he says. I get up, glaring at him, and pitch the magazine back on the table, speed walking away. He follows me

"Don't leave me! The kids need to know their mother!" he cries out. I get several looks from some guys in other groups. One of the Trackers looks disappointed: he's had a crush on me since day one. I walk away. At least I lose Ezra once I leave the lodge.

But all good things come to an end. Seconds later, he's outside, running after me. I walk as fast as I can to the girls' dorm.

As I enter I yell out "mutant on deck!" I turn around as I sense him right behind me. "Urgh! Look, I told you!" I say menacingly, grabbing the front of his jacket. He backs off and starts walking backward, out of the dorm, as I follow him threateningly. "I'm going through this whole post-mort-mommy thing. So, unless you want me to scramble them right here," I say, pushing him out the door, "I suggest you take them for the night." With that, I close the door in his face. Phew! That'll take care of him… for now.

"Hunny!" I hear through the door. You've got to be kidding me. "We still need to discuss the sleeping arrangements," he says. He's doing this on purpose.

"Go away Freakin'!" I yell back.

"You're gonna have to learn how to spell our last name sooner or later," he teases. I hate him so much!

"Go away!" I yell back. This is harassment. I sit down on my bed and cross my legs. Maybe this is all a horrible nightmare and I'll wake up any moment.

"At least you know the joy of having kids," Daisy says from her side of the dorm. I look up unenthusiastically. "Try being childless."

"I am trying," I say honestly. Kat gets up and grabs her bag and her coat. "Where're you headed?"

"The center."

"Gee, Kat, you've brown-nosed so much, you just get to come and go as you please," I point out. So I'm being particularly bitchy, Peter's fault. "Guess I need to learn to suck up more," I wonder aloud.

"Really? Cause I thought you had the whole kissing thing down," she snaps back. Ouch. That cut deep. I smirk back. "See ya Jules."

"So what are you gonna do about Hank?" Princess asks.

"I'll come up with something," she says, leaving. I fall back on my bed and put my hands under my pillow. I take a deep sigh. Juliette's busy, and Daisy's got headphones on, so I'm left alone.

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After lunch, we all end up in the lodge for our break. Juliette, Scott, and Auggie are all trying to sort out their crazy triangle. This one's not gonna last at all. I can't wait for Scott to be single so I can make my move!

It's a little hard to think these beautiful thoughts with Ezra pressuring me to help him out with the budge report thing. I finally have enough of it, get up, and walk away.

"I can't care for both of them myself!" he says exasperatedly, following me. I stop and turn around.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, Freakin', but the probability of the two of us, sitting down, hashing this out—" I look him up and down. "—it's not gonna happen."

He looks disappointed. "Well, I could… I could try to care for them. But you've got the whole breast feeding mechanism. I just don't think I can compete."

"Do you now see why I'm willing to fail this project?" I ask, totally honest, no sarcasm present.

He looks sad, and follows me as I leave. Why won't he just leave me alone?

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Nothing happens in Chem, or at dinner. I pretty much avoid or shoot daggers at Ezra. I think he got the message. I'm just scared about how long it'll take for him to start trying again. No one's really talking tonight, and Peter must be busy, because we're not having group tonight.

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Nothing really happens the next morning, though after breakfast, as I'm heading off to class, Ezra catches up with me.

"Hunny, the kids won't even know your name!" he whines.

"You call me hunny one more time—" I start yelling.

"Shh!" he says, covering the eggs with his hand. "Not in front of the twins." I huff angrily and turn around to see a pair of lost-looking parents.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I ask, suddenly very polite. I love my dipolarness.

"Uh, yes, could you tell us where we might find Peter Scarbrow's office?" the man asks.

"Uh, yah, it's over that way," I say, pointing behind them. I take a quick glance at Ezra and then the idea dawns on me. "I'd be happy to show you," I add and walk off, leading them to the leader's office. I turn back, and give Ezra a smug smile.

I lead them all the way to his door, lean against the frame, and knock. He comes and opens it the door.

"Hey Peter, you got company," I point out.

"Mom," I hear someone say. I look in, and there's Kat. "Dad." Say what? Did she, Kat, a black girl, just call these two, white adults, her parents? So Kate's adopted… very interesting.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cabot," Peter greets, opening the door for them.

"Thank you," Mrs. Cabot says. I smile at them as they walk by.

"I'm sure you have something better to do," he whispers, closing the door.

"Mom, dad," I say to myself, working it all out. "Okay," I say. "Whatever." I walk away. Back to my fellow inmates… back to Ezra. I shudder at the thought.

Oh, I'm so skipping French! Who needs French anyway? It's not like I'm ever going to become a translator or anything. I go out to the basketball court and find a group of Rivergliders boys playing.

"Hey! Can I join in?" I ask, setting my binder down.

"Sure," Sean says, throwing me the ball. "You'll be with me and Jake. Charlie and Tom are together."

"Sounds good," I reply. We start playing. A minute later, I end up with the ball at the far side of the court and decide to take a shot at the net. I shoot and… swish! "Nothing but net," I say.

Ezra pops up beside me. "You got one minute," I say, running to catch the ball.

"Alright, you agree that Peter's pretty serious about this project," he says.

I throw the ball to Jake. "Yeah, so what?" I ask, not seeing the connection. Peter's pretty serious about a lot of things, and I don't do them…

"So, why not take the high road at this point? Surprise him?" he says, as I push Tom back.

"By what? Playing family with you?" I ask, catching the ball.

"Exactly, this way you score some major brownie points. Maybe even accumulate enough to get off this insipid hill, venture into town once in a while." Tom's back in my face, but this time I just hand him the ball.

"Nice passing," Jake says sarcastically. I totally ignore him and walk over to where Ezra's standing.

"You mean, like, get Katie status, minus the soap opera?" I ask.

"That's what I'm saying," he answers.

"So, uh," I say, grabbing the carton of eggs, "where do you want these kids to go to school?" With that I walk off, knowing he'll be two steps behind.

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Nothing happens for the rest of the day. Ezra and I play parents to eggs, making me feel like an idiot, but nothing remarkable. We fought over sending the kids to boarding school for an hour before Peter came and told us to go to bed.

That night, after dinner, we come back to the lodge to find Kate, lying on her bed, in her clothes, perfectly still. Juliette tries to talk to her, but she doesn't respond. We all get changed, but she doesn't move.

I just give up and go into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth and wash my face. As I'm getting ready to go, Juliette walks in.

"She had some big blowout with her parents," she says. "Didn't even go to dinner."

"Well, I heard she got busted with Hank," I add. "In Peter's house."

"No way! Peter must've lost it," she whispers incredulously.

"Of course he did. He had to witness his little pet's fall from grace. She might not even graduate."

"Maybe we should go talk to her," Queenie suggests.

"And say what? 'You should've waited till after graduation to screw up'?" I ask sarcastically.

"You could at least pretend to be human sometimes," she says. "We have to do something, she's totally shutting down in there."

"This is what Peter lives for, let him deal with it." She gives me a look and walks away. I roll my eyes and follow her, knowing, but refusing to admit, that she's right.

Juliette walks over to Kate's bed and sit down beside her. "Katherine, do you want to talk about it?"

"Just give her some space," Daisy says, going into the bathroom.

"We can get a message to Hank if you want us to," she continues.

"Lame-o attempt Princess," I sigh. "Kat, you brought this on yourself, but you're smart enough to know that, so why'd you really do it?" I ask, trying to push the right buttons.

She doesn't say anything, but reaches up and turns off her light.

"Alright, I don't need to be told twice," I say, going over to my bed and lying down. She doesn't even get up to go change.

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The next morning, when I get up, I look over to Kat's bed, and she's still lying there, same position as yesterday. She hasn't even changed her clothes. She doesn't seem to be sleeping, so I say "hey, Kat, you alright?" No response. "Guess not."

"Has she been there all night?" Juliette asks.

I shrug as I get up. "How should I know? I've been sleeping all night." One of the few times that's actually happened too. I walk into the bathroom to take my shower and change.

I wonder what happened to her. She's usually so stable. I get the water running; it always takes so long to get the hot water. She's totally shut down. It's ridiculous and frankly kind of scary. If Kate can't deal with something after two years, how are we all supposed to? I've only been here about two and a half months. I have a sneaky suspicions it's not gonna get better. I take my clothes off and jump in the shower, letting the hot water sting as it runs off my body.

Nothing's going to get better until I can get clean… and that day will never come. It'll never come because no one gives more than a rat's ass about me. All I want is to be accepted, but they're all too stuck in their little worlds to notice it. Maybe I just have to get used to being alone.

Whatever, I think as I get out of the shower and grab a towel. I dry myself off, pull on my clothes, and towel dry my hair. While my hair's drying, I brush my teeth and apply the small amount of make-up I'm allowed to wear. Peter's so anal about his chemical products. I mean, none of us are actually suicidal. The only thing we really have to be careful about in our dorm is sharp objects.

Finally, I brush out my dry hair and go off into the dorm. Juliette calls the bathroom and runs in. as she's getting ready, Daisy's packing her bag for the day, so I decide to do the same.

It's now Wednesday morning, so I have…Bio, spare, lunch, then sex ed. and finally… drum roll please Calc! Beautiful!

While I'm getting my timetable in order, Juliette finishes up with the bathroom and Daisy goes in. she's usually really quick, so we'll be out of here in minutes.

"Come on, Kate, it's time to get out of bed," Princess says. She doesn't budge.

"Kat, come on, we need to get going," I say, eager to leave the dorm. She doesn't answer. "you know, this ignoring thing is getting old, fast."

"Shelby, be nice," Juliette says.

"Bite me," I snap back.

"Guys, stop being stupid. Kat, the bathroom's all yours," Daisy says. "No, answer alright." She grabs her bag and leaves. Daisy's always really quick at getting out of here. Then again, I think she's figured out that the best food is the first food.

That's when I see Peter walk in for his daily morning rounds. "Maybe you can get her to move," I say, looking over at her.

"What's going on?" he asks.

"She won't get up," Queenie says.

"Katherine," he says, walking up to her bed. She, of course, doesn't answer. "Kat," he repeats, sitting down beside her. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"Well, looks like you've got everything under control," I say, getting up and grabbing my bag, swinging it over my shoulder. "We're out of here," I add as Jules and I start leaving.

"Hold on, hold on, you know the rules. One down, you're all down."

"You've gotta be kidding me," this is turning into a theme this week, "we had nothing to do with this," I say. "Daisy's already gone." I'm starving, and even though the food here tastes like rubber, it's food!

"Doesn't matter, you're a team," he says. "Katherine has to remember that her actions affect everyone."

"Thanks a lot, Kat. Popularity's really starting to bite," I say, putting my bag down and flopping down on my bed.

"Come and get me as soon as she talks," he says to Princess. She nods and walks over to Kat's bed and rubs her arm.

Seconds later, she starts pacing and ends up leaning against the wall beside my bed, filing her nails. She is such a ditz!

I pull out a magazine and start flipping through it. What really sucks is that if she doesn't get up soon, we don't get breakfast!

Suddenly Sophie, that woman who was here when Gracie got lost walks in. I've seen her around campus, but I didn't know she was working here.

She motions for us to leave, and we all jump up and run out before she has a chance to change her mind.

Juliette and I sprint out to the cafeteria, and grab a plate. We have five minutes to eat before Bio starts.

"Where've you two been, I thought you were nearly done," Daisy says, as we sit down at the table.

"Kat didn't get up and Peter made us wait around!" Juliette explains.

"I can't believe you got out in time," I huff, gulping down some cereals.

"Why isn't she getting up?" Scott asks.

"Oh, she had this huge blowout with her parents," Juliette explains. "Got caught with Hank in Peter's house."

"Oh, that's rough," Auggie sighs.

"Come on, guys, we've got bio."

"Oh, I can't wait," I sigh, gulping down the last bit of cereals. "Shit, I forgot my bag in the dorm. I'll meet you guys in class."

I run off to the dorm. Oh, look at that, Kat's gone. Apparently Sophie can do something. I grab my bag and run off for a fun morning of bio.

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As bio finishes, I grab the eggs from my desk and go to join Ezra in the lodge to finish up our project. We have to finish the budget report and childcare plans for this afternoon. We're so screwed.

"So, uh, what's wrong with sending the kids to boarding school?" I ask, sitting down, and looking around. Thank god no one sees me talking to him.

"We can't afford it. Anyway, that's like sending them to camp and you remember how miserable camp was." I wish I did, it would've gotten me out of the house… away from him.

"Come on, me? Camp?" I ask, smiling bitterly.

"Yeah, you're right. Well, trust me, kids are better off at home, listening to us argue all day."

"I still vote for shipping them out," I say glumly.

"Why are you so ready to get rid of 'em so fast?" he asks.

"Because I'm not exactly gonna win any mother of the year awards."

"There you go again. You're selling yourself short. I pray that our kids have just an ounce of your strength." Right, so you want your kids to have massive walls and not be able to open up to anyone?

"Yeah, well, uh, don't waste your prayers. It'll save us a lot of money on therapy sessions," I say.

That's when he leans over and grabs the eggs. What the hell does he think he's doing?

"That's it. I am not gonna have the kids around your negative attitude," he says exasperatedly. He gets up and adds, "This just isn't gonna work." Ouch, harsh. I'm being dumped by Ezra?

"You can't just take them and go!" I yell as he leaves. "Ezra!" I breathe out frustrated, following him.

I can't find him, when I leave the lodge. And at lunch he's no where to be seen.

"Hey, guys, have you seen Ezra?" I ask, sitting down at the table.

"Nope. Why? Finally came to your sense and decided EZ was the right guy for you?" Scott teases.

"Shut up. We have a project, remember?" I point out.

"Whatever," he says, rolling his eyes.

Later on, as we walk off to the gazebo for sex ed., Ezra's still not around. I'm going down. Way down.

We all sit down on the grass; Peter and Jeff are on the bench.

"Scott, Auggie, you guys are first," Jeff says. The two guys get up and go up in front of the gazebo.

"Okay, guys, let's hear your report," Peter says.

"Alright," Auggie says. "Nobody gets a handbook on raising kids, be it straight or gay. So, uh, what makes them better than us? Well, I can't seem to think up nothin'."

"The only guarantee is that there will always be unwanted children who desperately need homes," Scott continues. Hear hear! "Now, uh, if we're willing to provide them with a stable, loving environment, we don't see a problem."

Jeff and Peter talk for a second.

"Congratulations, gentlemen, you just adopted your first child," Peter says, as Jeff throws them an egg. Scott catches as Auggie laughs. They go to hug or whatever, but then realize who the other is and back off. Silly boys.

"Juliette," Jeff says.

She walks up to where the boys were and starts.

"Well, the bad news is I didn't find a father for my baby. But the good news is I realized I don't need one. At least in the sense of taking care of my child. Hey, I've, had, uh, a lot of fathers. So, I guess I'll just look for a second job, or pray for a trust fund from one of my dads," she says.

"Okay," Jeff says.

"Good," Peter adds.

"And, uh, I'd appreciate it if you could take your flyers down now," Jeff adds. She smiles and turns around to get one of those. God! Those things were so annoying. They were everywhere!

"Shelby," Peter says. This is the moment I've been dreading. Ezra didn't even show up for class. I get up and face them. "You seem to be minus a family."

"Uh, well," I stutter, as he gives me this disappointed look, "um, I." This is where I see Ezra pop up behind them.

"Honey, I'm home," he says cheerfully. I'm going to kill him later, but for now, I fake a smile. "Car trouble," he explains to Peter.

"Oh," Peter says. I'm standing there with my hands on my waist and Ezra slips under one of my arms so that my arm is now around his shoulder. "I was beginning to think you were having problems."

"Problems? No!" Ezra says, as he pulls me closer. "The kids were a little cranky this morning, so I had to change their diapers… twice."

"So, how'd you do?" Peter asks.

"Since we're a two-career family, we decided to budget for a nanny," he says. Oh, he thinks well on his feet. Here he taps my hip where his hand is resting. I laugh in a 'you're going to die soon' way.

"Uh, this way, we will be able to spend more quality time with the kids, and um, we won't have to send them to a boarding school," I say looking at Ezra and smiling.

"Very good Shelby, good work," Peter says. Thank you! Thank you very much. It took a lot of hard work! I look over to Ezra and he's smiling stupidly. I put my hand on his head, and push him back under my arm, walking back to the grassy area.

"So, uh," Peter says, getting up and walking in front of us, "I, uh, think a few good points were made. Some things were learned. The kids can come back to roost. And, uh," he says as Daisy gets up to hand in her report.

"Here, my observations on being childless," she says handing it in.

"Daisy, these pages are empty," Peter clarifies.

"So am I," she replies. Wow, if she gets away without having done her work, I'm going to be so mad! Peter sees Jeff walking up with the carton of eggs and makes a head motion.

"Daisy?" he asks, she turns around to look at him, "Um, we got a second opinion," he says.

"I'm not barren?" she asks, actually happy. Wow, Daisy, happy… wait! She's getting away with it!

"As many as you want," Jeff says, handing her the carton. She looks at Peter and he nods so she takes the whole carton and sits down.

"Alright," Jeff says, sitting down and collecting the budgets and childcare plans.

"Wait, so Daisy didn't do a report, and she gets off easy?" I ask

"Emotional distress," she replies under her breath.

"Shelby, how would you have liked to be barren?" Jeff asks.

"I would've liked that very much!" I say. "Very much, indeed." Another lie. I really have to fix this.