The woman’s name was Anne. She told me she’d called the rehab an hour after she found out she was pregnant. Because of the holiday weekend she’d had to wait a week for an evaluation. I asked her how she was feeling.
“I’d push you under a bus for a cigarette,” she said. I thought she might be kidding. She shrugged, smiled broadly, and added, “I’d do just about anything for a glass of wine right now, but I promised myself if I ever got pregnant, I’d quit. I never really believed I would, but here I am, keeping my promise.”
“Well ain’t you just Mother freakin’ Teresa,” the skinny young man with the straw-like hair muttered. Anne ignored him.
Today I will make a promise and keep it.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.