Happy Friday! Once again, it’s Boomer Lit Friday. Every Friday, a bunch of us who like such things post snippets from our “Baby Boomer Books,” and the lovely Shelley Lieber has graciously offered up her blog where you can see what other authors are up to. Here’s a teensy bit of Don’t Tell Anyone. Please hop over to the Boomer Lit Friday blog and read and comment on the other participants. Enjoy, and I hope you have a lovely weekend.
Previous to this bit, Adam, Liza, and Charlie were attempting to get Estelle to agree to a biopsy.
Liza pounded the elevator button. “You’re sick. That was sick and cruel. How could you say something like that?”
Adam shrugged. “I panicked.”
“You couldn’t say something like, ‘We love you and we want you to get better?’ You had to tell your mother I was pregnant? In her condition?”
“You mean you’re not?” Charlie said.
They both scowled at him.
“I was looking forward to being an uncle.”
“Your brother is sick,” Liza said.
Charlie smiled. “Yes, but he’s creative.”
“So, what, I’m supposed to fake being pregnant now? Excuse myself every so often and pretend to throw up?”
“For a while,” Adam said weakly.
“And then what?”
“We are trying, Liza. Who knows, we might even be pregnant by then.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “At the rate I’m learning new things about you? I sincerely doubt it.”