47 GET RID OF IT

AIDEN

Persy was drunk. And probably helplessly so.

I checked my watch to see the time and noticed that it was just noon. What was she doing, getting drunk on a hot afternoon?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her, taking my hand off my laptop and sitting straighter.

"Nothing! I'm just... I just wonder whether you already knew? Did you know you'll be a dad?" She repeated that nonsense again, and this time, I paused before asking, "Are ...