things are immediately evident to Juliana Blumenthal:
#1óher son and
this woman he insists upon introducing are infatuated with each other (in fact
they positively reek of intimate relations);
and fit as a gymnast, she is irreversibly pregnant (i.e. filled out
just enough to preclude a problem-free abortion).
And less apparent
but on-the-spot intuited:
"Come in, come in. You didnít expect to blurt out such stunning news then pull a
sprint, I hope? Give your mom and future mom-in-law a chance to catch her
breath; Iím in shock."
Alternately flattered by:
to share what she presumes are the couple's heat-of-the-moment plans,
and aghast at:
spontaneous, rash, and reckless the pairís intentions are,
to the living roomís makeshift bar for a fortifying drink.
"I havenít any champagne but hereís an excellent cabernet Iíve been saving for
some special occasion..."
what could be more special than a son proposing marriage to a
three-month-pregnant stranger? is the subtext Juliana throttles, poignantly
aware that there is more to be imparted by the agitated couple seating
themselves on the sofa and opening a laptop module, fidgeting with controls to
access a file in which is compiled she- knows-not-what but which makes Juliana nervous anyway, a
premonition dawning that the revelations made thus far are relatively tame, that wilder more extreme assaults on her single-motherhood are itching to
be waged, her heart already pounding, already racing in advance of some imminent