By Florence Ann Marlowe
Read by Damaris Mannering
“It’s going on three weeks, now.”
“Mmm-hmmm. And there’s no chance of you being pregnant?”
“Oh, no!” Nancy shook her head. “I haven’t even been with a guy in a long time.”
“Good.” Doctor Mason stood up, his eyes still glued to Nancy’s chart. He flashed her a quick smile. “One less thing to worry about.”
Nancy nodded. “So what could it be?”
The doctor seemed lost in thought. He pressed the butt end of his pen to his teeth. He then quickly shifted his seat, uncrossing and re-crossing his legs. Nancy suppressed an impatient sigh.
“I know exactly what it is,” he said finally.
Nancy was surprised. “Oh.”