finds out.â
âMaybe he will. At first.â
âWhat do you mean, at first?â
âWhen he starts thinking about it he wonât be so thrilled.â
âI donât get the point.â
âHarry and I havenât taken any chances along that line for over a year,â she said slowly. âHarry didnât want me to have a baby, he was afraid complications might develop because Iâm nearly thirty-five.â
âNo method is foolproof. You could have had an accident.â
âIt wasnât an accident. It was quite deliberate, on my part anyway. I wanted a baby. Iâm getting old, pretty soon it would have been too late. I talked to Harry, I told him how I felt, many times. But he was terrified that something might happen to me. Thatâs what he said, anyway. Maybe his real reasons were deeper, subtler, I donât know. Maybe he was jealous at the idea of my dividing my affections. But whatÂever Harryâs reasons were, at least now you know mine. I want this child. I love him already.â
âHim?â
âI have a feeling itâs a boy. I call him Ron.â
âFor the love of God,â Turee said. âRon. Ron Galloway?â
âYes.â
âYouâre sure?â
âNow thatâs rather insulting, isnât it? It sounds as though Iâve been promiscuous.â
âI only meant, in a thing like this youâve got to be abÂsolutely positive.â
âI am.â
âFor the love of God,â Turee repeated. âWhat a mess this is going to be. Think of Harry. And Esther.â
âI canât afford to. I have my child to think about. Esther never loved Ron anyway. She married him for his money, he told me so. As for Harry, I feel sorry for him, of course. Heâs a good man, I hate to hurt him, but . . .â
âBut you will?â
âI will. I must. I have my child to consider.â
âThatâs just it, Thelma. Think a minute. For the childâs sake, wouldnât it be better to keep this whole business a secret? Harry would make a wonderful father, and the child could be brought up without any fuss or scandal.â
âThatâs impossible. I donât want to keep this whole busiÂness, as you call it, a secret.â
âI strongly urge you to think about it.â
âIâve thought of nothing else for three weeks, ever since I found out I was pregnant. And one thing Iâm sure ofâI canât go on living with Harry. He doesnât even seem real to me anymore. How can I explain it? The only thing thatâs real to me is this baby inside me. Ronâs baby. They are my life now, Ron and his baby.â
The simple statement, spoken with such conviction, apÂpalled Turee more than the actual circumstances behind it. For a moment he could hardly speak, and when he did, his voice was cold with disapproval. âI donât imagine Ron will feel quite so single-minded about it. After all, heâs sired one child by his first wife and two by his second, so this is hardly a unique occasion for him.â
âIf youâre trying to make me jealous or angry, donât bother. Ronâs had other women, other children, yes, but this is special. The babyâs special. Iâm special.â
There was no answer to this. Turee could only sit and stare silently and helplessly into the mouthpiece of the teleÂphone, wishing with all his heart that he had stayed home and painted the garage, as his wife wanted him to.
âRalph? Are you there?â
âYes?â
âRalph, I donât want you to get the idea that Iâmâthat I thought this all out ahead of time, that I planned it. I really didnât. It just happened, but once it happened, I realized how right it was for me.â
âRight . Are you out of your mind, woman? What youâre doing, what youâve done, is completely and unjustifiably