A Natural Father
"I don't feel SO good." Lucy Basso pressed a hand to her stomach. "Maybe I should do this another time."
Her sister Rosetta rolled her eyes and passed the menu over.
"Stop being such a wuss," Rosie said, scanning the menu. "I'm going to have the pesto and goat's cheese focaccia. What about you?"
"How about a nervous breakdown?" Lucy said.
Around them, the staff and patrons of their favorite inner-city Melbourne café went about their business, laughing, talking, drinking and eating as though none of them had a care in the world.
Lucy stared at them with envy.
I bet none of you are unexpectedly pregnant. I bet none of you are so stupidly, childishly scared of telling your Catholic Italian mother that you decided to do it in a public place so she couldn't yell too loudly. I bet none of you are contemplating standing up right now and hightailing it out of here and moving to another country so you never have to look into her face and see how disappointed she is in you.
Her sister placed the menu flat on the table and gave Lucy one of her Lawyer Looks. Over the years, Rosie had perfected several, and Lucy kept a running tally of them.
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