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s?"
"While I was hammering away on the roof."
"I don't believe it. Sawyer." She took a breath.
"Sawyer, do you know what year this is?"
"Of course I do."
"Then you'll know that these aren't the forties, or fifties, or even
the seventies. Women have come a long way. Now, I know you don't like
to think so-- I know that. Sawyer, because much as I love you, you're
a throwback to the heyday of male chauvinism. But really, we're not
the pretty, dumb, helpless little things we used to be."
"I never said that. Faith" -- "But you imply it. I thought we agreed
that on some level we both knew what we were doing Friday night. You
were the one who said that first, and you're right. So I take at least
half of the responsibility. And as far as a baby goes, I'm not sitting
here worrying, because just as you said, there isn't a thing I can do
until I know one way or the other, and even if I am pregnant, I have
options! Honestly, Sawyer, these aren't the Dark Ages. I won't be
sentenced to wear a scarlet letter on my breast. And I won't have to
give up my practice. For your information, babies and careers are
mixing better and better all the time." She stopped talking, but
before he could say a word, she had another thought. This one riled
her.
"Ahhh. You're worried you'll have to marry me if I'm pregnant."
"That's not" -- "Save your breath, bud," she argued, suddenly and
inexplicably furious.
"I wasn't born yesterday, and that goes for experiencing marriage as
well as understanding the male mind. I've been married once and it
didn't work out. I'm not in a rush to go near it again, and I don't
care if there is a baby involved. So you can sleep free of worry. No
matter what happens, you won't be trapped." She slammed the receiver
down hard.
Her hand was still pressing on the phone when it rang. White-knuckled,
she picked it up.
"Leave it, Sawyer. You've said enough for one night." She hung up
again.
This time when the phone rang, she lifted