“That’s not happening. Plenty of women are single mothers now. Since you chose to keep the baby, you should’ve prepared for the consequences, don’t you think?”
I replied coolly.
At this, Starla’s face darkened with visible irritation.
“You know how hard it is for single moms to make it in society. And anyway, it’s not like you and your husband even have a marriage certificate yet! What’s the harm in letting me borrow him for a bit?”
I almost laughed out of sheer disbelief at Starla’s reasoning.
Eight months ago, she’d disappeared for a while and then suddenly showed up to tell me she was pregnant—and that her boyfriend had run off.
I had tried to caution her, saying, “Being pregnant and unmarried is already tough and it’ll be even harder to raise a child alone with the father gone.”
But she’d looked me straight in the eye, resolute. “I’m not afraid. Since I’ve decided to have this baby, I’m prepared to deal with whatever judgment comes my way.”
And now, here she was, asking to “borrow” my husband. How could she say something so outrageous with a straight face?