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"No, sorry," Sue replied, her face feeling hot and flushed, "the news
just comes as a bit of a shock, that's all."
What she didn't ask was whether he believed in immaculate conception.
Before she thought of anything else Sue began to worry about what she would
tell her parents. How her mother might react, let alone her father.
"There is nothing to worry about," the doctor droned on, blissfully
unaware that this pregnancy could create modern medical history. "You're a fit
healthy young woman and it's only early days yet. Make an appointment for a
month so we can monitor your progress. Until then carry on as usual."
The doctor stared at Sue, noting that she was clearly distressed at the
news. Well he was a doctor his work was done. He wasn't a psychiatrist or
social counsellor. If this woman had problems with the father or candidates
for father then that was someone else's problem, not his.
It couldn't, just wasn't physically possible. It just couldn't be true!
"Bloody hell." Sue was as surprised as the doctor who looked across the
desk at her a pained look on his face. Sue froze at the disjionted image that
flashed in her head before she could comprehend it. Like an elusive word on
the tip of her tongue she couldn't quite grasp it's significance. It wasn't
her voice that had uttered the words, but one that was intimately familiar to
her.
But? Sue asked herself.
Shaking her head to clear her confusion Sue looked up and found the
doctor looking pointedly at his watch. As if saying: it is after three and if
you don't get going I'll miss my golf game.
Sue managed to retain her composure until she was outside and rummaging
through her handbag for her car keys. She opened the door, tossed her bag onto
the seat and cradled her head in her arms on the roof. Sue just couldn't
believe it. Pregnant! It just wasn't possible.
Dabbing at her tears with a handkerchief Sue reached over to put the key
into the ignition.
"Oh shit!" Not for the first time in recent days she found herself
sitting in the right-hand seat and not the left when she meant to drive away.
"What's happening to me?" She asked herself sliding across the seat until
she was behind the steering wheel. 'Am I going nuts or what?'
Sue didn't bother returning to work, what was the point in being the boss
if you couldn't take time off when you felt like it?
Instead she stopped off at a liquor store on the way home and bought
herself a sixpack.
What am I doing here? She asked herself again as she got back into the
car. She rarely drank alcohol, though this last week she'd had an almost
desperate need to drink. No not simply to drink, to drink with someone.
Pulling a can of beer out of the fridge when she got home was almost a habit
now. A pile of empty cans in the rubbish bin confirmed that.
For the first time in the short while she knew she was pregnant Sue
smiled. Didn't women crave certain food when they were pregnant? That was the
reason.
How pregnant am I? Sue asked herself. The doctor had muttered something
about eight weeks she thought. Not that there was any point in counting the
weeks up, there had been nobody.
 Sue knew it wasn't possible that she could be pregnant, however much she