"Why aren't you saying anything?" The doctor spoke earnestly. "You really should take a page from that pregnant woman at the door-get your husband involved in the pregnancy and ask him to take his responsibility."

I smiled bitterly. "That's not her husband."

'It's mine.'

The doctor looked shocked. "What?"

"Nothing." I lowered my voice. "So, in my case, do I need to be admitted, or what should I do?"

"You don't need to be hospitalized for now. I'll prescribe some ...