I didn’t know what to say to that. I just stared at him. He was right, of course he was right, but… “I can’t do my job like this.”

“No,” he said, “you can’t.”

Then suddenly I felt the first tear slide down my face.

“No crying,” he said.

Another tear joined the first. I fought not to wipe at them.

His hand dropped to his side and he took a deep breath. “That’s not fair. Don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, but you’re right, I think. I’m pregnant, damn it, not crippled.

Autor: Laurell K. Hamilton

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just stared at him. He was right, of course he was right, but… “I can’t do my job like this.”<br /><br /> “No,” he said, “you can’t.”<br /><br /> Then suddenly I felt the first tear slide down my face.<br /><br /> “No crying,” he said.<br /><br /> Another tear joined the first. I fought not to wipe at them.<br /><br /> His hand dropped to his side and he took a deep breath. “That’s not fair. Don’t cry.”<br /><br /> “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, but you’re right, I think. I’m pregnant, damn it, not crippled. - Laurell K. Hamilton




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