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Chapter 12
Thirteen never thought a decision could be so hard. She’d never pictured herself in this situation.
“Hold still,” she told Bo. They were down in the clinic. Thirteen had brought Bo in early to draw blood. She was running the test, because if Bo didn’t have it then Kutner was right, and Thirteen should start preparing her now. If Bo was positive she didn’t want her to know until the last possible moment. She needed to know. This guessing was just too hard.
“I know Mom,” Bo said. She sat relaxed on the table swinging her legs and calmly looking in the other direction. “What’s this for?”
“Just some tests,” Thirteen answered.
“Am I sick?” Bo asked.
“No,” Thirteen replied. “I’m just checking something.” To her surprise Bo didn’t press the matter. “How’s school going?” she asked awkwardly, trying to fill the empty silence that had fallen over the exam room.
“Fine I guess,” Bo answered.
“You guess?” Thirteen asked, raising her eyebrows. Bo shrugged. “Come on,” Thirteen coaxed. “I want to hear it.”
“Well,” Bo hesitated. “You know how they have you draw pictures of your family and then tell the rest of the class about them?” Thirteen nodded. “And everyone else was talking about their parents and their brothers and sisters and their grandparents…”
“And you only had me,” Thirteen stated. Bo nodded.
“And everyone kept asking me how come I didn’t draw my dad, and I had to say it was because I didn’t know who he was,” Bo continued. “And they asked me if he died or if you got divorced, and I had to tell them neither, and they kept asking me what happened. That’s when I pretended to be sick.”
Thirteen remembered Bo’s father, the only serious relationship she’d ever had. They’d been friends since middle school. They’d started going out senior year. They’d been going out for two years before they’d decided they were ready. They’d broken up three hours before Thirteen found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell him. H transferred later that year. After all, the only reason he’d gone to that school in the first place was because she was going there. If she’d have told him he would have married her.
“It’s okay,” Thirteen said. “We’re doing fine. We don’t need him.”
“Did you love him Mom?” Bo asked.
“Yes,” Thirteen answered. “I did. You’re done.” She slipped the vial of blood into her pocket and watched her daughter leave the exam room, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
Chapter 12
Thirteen never thought a decision could be so hard. She’d never pictured herself in this situation.
“Hold still,” she told Bo. They were down in the clinic. Thirteen had brought Bo in early to draw blood. She was running the test, because if Bo didn’t have it then Kutner was right, and Thirteen should start preparing her now. If Bo was positive she didn’t want her to know until the last possible moment. She needed to know. This guessing was just too hard.
“I know Mom,” Bo said. She sat relaxed on the table swinging her legs and calmly looking in the other direction. “What’s this for?”
“Just some tests,” Thirteen answered.
“Am I sick?” Bo asked.
“No,” Thirteen replied. “I’m just checking something.” To her surprise Bo didn’t press the matter. “How’s school going?” she asked awkwardly, trying to fill the empty silence that had fallen over the exam room.
“Fine I guess,” Bo answered.
“You guess?” Thirteen asked, raising her eyebrows. Bo shrugged. “Come on,” Thirteen coaxed. “I want to hear it.”
“Well,” Bo hesitated. “You know how they have you draw pictures of your family and then tell the rest of the class about them?” Thirteen nodded. “And everyone else was talking about their parents and their brothers and sisters and their grandparents…”
“And you only had me,” Thirteen stated. Bo nodded.
“And everyone kept asking me how come I didn’t draw my dad, and I had to say it was because I didn’t know who he was,” Bo continued. “And they asked me if he died or if you got divorced, and I had to tell them neither, and they kept asking me what happened. That’s when I pretended to be sick.”
Thirteen remembered Bo’s father, the only serious relationship she’d ever had. They’d been friends since middle school. They’d started going out senior year. They’d been going out for two years before they’d decided they were ready. They’d broken up three hours before Thirteen found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell him. H transferred later that year. After all, the only reason he’d gone to that school in the first place was because she was going there. If she’d have told him he would have married her.
“It’s okay,” Thirteen said. “We’re doing fine. We don’t need him.”
“Did you love him Mom?” Bo asked.
“Yes,” Thirteen answered. “I did. You’re done.” She slipped the vial of blood into her pocket and watched her daughter leave the exam room, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
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