Decision making

“I don’t mean to pry, but have you been to a doctor ever since you discovered that you were pregnant?” Margie asked one afternoon when there weren’t many customers at the supermarket.

“Um, a doctor? No. I haven’t fallen sick.”

“I don’t mean for an illness. You’re supposed to go to a doctor to make sure everything is alright with your baby.”

The girl averted her gaze and did not say anything, but a worried look crossed her pretty features. Just a few weeks ago, she had been in chains like an animal for crying out loud. No one cared whether she was healthy or not.

“How far along are you? Don’t you think it is best to go back home to your parents? I’m sure that no matter how wicked they are, they will not leave you in this condition all by yourself.”

“I can’t do that.” The girl said miserably, thinking to herself that the woman did not know the half of it.

“How far along are you?”

“I’m seven months and three weeks pregnant.”