Page 28 of Power Move
“I don’t have glasses,” I said.
“I do,” Davey said. “I’ll grab them?—”
“No, I uh… I cannot drink, Davey,” I said. “Sorry, Mr. Delphine. I… I shouldn’t.”
“You cannot drink? You quit drinking in a month?”
“More like a month and a week, but sure?”
“I saw you drink a glass of wine last week at the reception in the lobby?—”
“I pretended to drink it,” I said.
He shook his head. “You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?”
“No one said that.” My voice grew weak.
I trembled, nervous to see what he’d do next.
“Why do you lie and avoid me? I try to make nice with you and you just cast me aside. I have tried to wash vomit off your damn sweatshirt, Eva.”
“That is very kind, but?—”
“What did I do to you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then, let’s just have a drink and chat, okay?”
“I cannot.”
“Why? Why the hell are you doing this?”
“Because… I’m pregnant!” My words rang louder than I would have hoped.
He did a double take. “Since when?”
“Since about seven weeks ago, I had a period and then didn’t,” I hoped somehow he’d do the math.
Like a typical man, he couldn’t read the room.
“Well, best of luck to you, then. I’m sorry, Eva, I shouldn’t have forced the issue.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
“I mean, what morecanI say? I hope you’re very happy with whoever he is.”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed. “You think there’s some other man, so you’re going to get all weird about it?”
“I don’t know how it happened. Could be?—”
“Davey, it’s yours.”
“Mine?” He pointed at himself, then burst out laughing. “That’s impossible.”
“Given what happened, it’s well within the realm of possibility.”
“How?” He stumbled, shaking his head. “There’s… no way.”
