She watched the postman’s old truck came chattering down the lane. It would be today, she told herself. She realized a baby would mean an end to David’s time at university and she expected he might take a while to resign himself to that fact. Still and all, it had been over a month.
The postman stopped only briefly to lean out and shake his head at her before continuing on his way. Sobbing, she put on her shawl and went to see Mama Bessie. If the baby was to have no father, then better there be no baby at all.