Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father
“Hit me.”
“Location first. Where exactly is the meet and greet happening.”
“The bookstore on Kingsway. The one with the glass front. You’ve been there.”
She hummed. “Okay, good. Wide aisles. Chairs available?”
“Yes,” I said. “They’re setting up stools near the signing table.”
“Good. You sit,” she emphasized. “Not perch. Not lean. Sit.”
“I know.”
“And you don’t try to be polite about it,” she added. “If your legs feel weird, you sit. If your back feels tight, you sit. If someone looks offended, that’s their problem.”