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they talked to him, and in the way my mother smiled at me at the dinner table whenever his name came up.
    “That Glenn is a very good catch,” she said to me, leaning close to speak privately.
    “I know, Mom,” I replied with a sense of pride and relief. I was pleased they finally saw what I saw.
    The next day, my mother nudged me in the ribs at the front picture window and said, “Didn’t I say he was a good catch?”
    My dreamy boyfriend had offered to mow the lawn one weekend when Dad was away at a professional conference.
    “You don’t need to convince me,” I replied with a laugh, “but I’m glad you think so.”
    We watched him for a few minutes, then I laid my head on my mom’s shoulder. She raised my hand to her lips and kissed the back of it.
    It was one of those special moments I will never forget. I loved my mother with every piece of my soul.
    Now, I only wish that perfect feeling of bliss had lasted a little longer.

Chapter Fifteen

    As I mentioned before, Glenn and I were together for five months before I gave him my virginity. I say ‘gave’ because I can’t bring myself to use the word ‘lost.’ It’s simply not accurate. There was no feeling of loss on my part, only a deep and meaningful satisfaction, without regret.
    Glenn waited a long time for me to be ready, and he would have waited forever if I’d asked him to. I knew how much he loved me.
    As it turned out, we didn’t actually plan for my deflowering. There were no candles, or rose petals placed between the sheets in anticipation of such a momentous event. It was just like every other time we fooled around in his bed when his parents weren’t home. The only difference was that I didn’t tell him to stop when our clothes came off.
    It all happened very naturally.
    I won’t try to paint it with a soft brush, however. It was excruciatingly painful, but I didn’t mind because I loved him.
    We were lucky that day. We were lucky for most of that year, in fact, because we took a few chances, and I wasn’t on the pill.
    I know now that I should have gone to the doctor and gotten a prescription for birth control, but the world was different back then. If you were a sixteen-year-old girl, you made sure no one knew you were having sex.
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    It wasn’t unusual for my periods to be late, even as much as two weeks. My monthly cycle had always been unpredictable, so I barely noticed the following spring when I skipped a period—until I woke one morning, sat straight up in bed and struggled to remember when I’d last menstruated.
    I should have been keeping better track of those things under the circumstances, but what can I say? I didn’t think anything like that would ever happen to me .
    When I arrived at school and stepped off the bus, Glenn was waiting for me at the curb. “You’re late,” he said with a smile.
    My stomach turned over. “What did you say?”
    “I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes,” he explained. “What happened? Did your driver fall asleep at the wheel?”
    I numbly placed my hand in his and allowed him to lead me along the paved sidewalk. “No, but I need to talk to you.”
    We had at least fifteen minutes before the first bell, and I had to get this off my chest. The stress was killing me and Glenn was the only person I trusted with this secret.
    We headed toward a picnic table around the back of the school. We dropped our book bags and sat down. There was a chill in the air; I could see my breath, but the early morning sun was blinding. I had to squint. Glenn frowned at me.
    “What’s the matter?”
    Of course he would know something was wrong. He could read my moods like no one else.
    “My period’s late,” I bluntly said.
    Glenn’s eyebrows pulled together. “How late? A few days?”
    I swallowed uneasily. “I’m not sure. I haven’t been keeping track, but I think it’s been at least seven weeks since the last one.”
    Glenn squeezed both my hands in his. “I thought we were being