... she could drive herself back home.
"I think about that part of
it later!"
She knew the passionate entreaty of the baby inside her womb would play game with her soul and mind and later would make her feel guilty; but she was determined to go through with it. Nonetheless, the entire weekend she thought only about her baby, who would be parting from life Monday by her hand!
"I'm not giving it any chance! It is so unloved! My poor baby! I wouldn't do it if it wasn't Steve's baby, too!"
She perhaps would keep the bay if Steve had not switched her pills! All she was thinking this weekend was revenge! to get even with Steve, she did not know by killing the baby, she would kill her soul even though Steve had switched her pills. "I got to get even with him!!" But she was also thinking about her baby, about a living thing that she wanted to kill.
Joy and sorrow, tenderness and triumph followed each other like the confused thoughts of an insane person; and they disappeared like the emotions of a crazy woman, as quickly as they had come!
Finally Sunday evening came. Steve said his goodbye. He was in a good mood. He was kind and cheerful. He kissed his wife and Elizabeth and got into his taxi which was taking him to the airport. It was always the same taxi that took him and brought him back.
Monday morning came. Helen took Elizabeth to her neighbor's house.
"Thank you for taking care of her. I'll be back by noon."
"Are you okay, Helen? You act strange! You're so pale!"
"Why do you ask? I'm fine, just fine!"
She pretended that she was driving her car. So after dropping Elizabeth, she went back home, raised the garage door, and drove her car . She parked her car in the next street, in the parking lot of grocery store. The taxi was waiting for her; she got into it.
In front of the doctor's office, she got out of the taxi; for some unforeseen reason, she had the feeling that someone was watching her. Was it real or her imagination? She inspected all around herself before getting into the building. There was no one outside. Her fear was unfounded. She opened the door and went inside the waiting room. A woman was the only one sitting in the waiting room. She saw a man was getting coffee. His back was to her. He was wearing a khaki pants with a worn out snickers and a plaid shirt. He had a baseball cap on. Helen assumed that he was the woman's husband, or boyfriend. She sighed, then signed her name in the small window which the receptionist was behind it. Then she sat, picked up a magazine and began looking at it. The man turned around with his coffee. Helen was drowned in her thoughts while turning the pages of the magazine. He came and sat next to Helen.
"How are you my sweet Helen?"
The man was Steve! How did he know? Helen never found out!
On February 12, 1972, Helen gave birth to a boy. Steve named him Christopher John. Helen liked that name. For a reason unknown to her, she fell in love with her son right away!!
To Be Continued
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