Making a Mistake or Two . . .

One night I came home to my dark house in the middle of farmland country. I live miles from everything in my life, except for Roommate K. We have been friends for years and now we roomed together in a shack, in a cow pasture. Not really, but basically.

So I went inside my abandoned looking house, even with the four cars parked in front, went into the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal, and began eating. Roommate K emerged from the dark hall.
"Hey," she whispered and sat across the table from me. "I am so glad you are home. I need to talk to you."

Roommate K and I tell each other everything.

"Are your parents here?" I asked, referring to the extra cars out front.

She nodded absently and said, "They are asleep in my room." She then made a whimpering sound and laid her head on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"Rex and I had sex the other night," she confessed.

This came as no shock because Rex spent most of his nights in Roommate K's bed. I know this because his truck is out front when I come home from work late at night, with her bedroom light off and her door shut. The surprise was that this had not happened sooner.

"And," she continued, "I think I might be pregnant."

I stopped chewing. Yikes.

"My cycle is like clockwork, and if my calculations are correct I was fertile when we did it. But it is too early to know for sure. I just have to wait until Friday when my period should start. I have never been more anxious to menstruate in my life."

I tried digesting everything this meant. Rex wanted to marry her, but she was not so sure about her feelings for him. If she was pregnant she had a lot of choices in front of her.

"But I really don't think I am pregnant, I am having all the signs of starting my period, like I am breaking out, I am irritable, I feel bloated. And really I mean, what are the chances, after one time?"

I decided we would paper, rock, scissor it. Paper, rock, scissors never lies. If she wins, she is not pregnant. Best two out of three. Go!

She lost.

That Saturday, while I vegged at The BF's house, my phone rang.

"What are you doing?" Roommate K asked.

"Just watching a movie."

"Do you want me to let you go?"

"No, I'm just laying here, feeling kind of queasy, The BF is paying his bills. How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Did you start your period?"

"No."

Gasp!

"And I took a pregnancy test. . .positive."


To Be Continued . . .


I guess paper, rock, scissors really doesn't lie.