Jenna: “Once the” … she air quotes … “‘wrong kid comes,’ I am sure mom will love the kid, but she’ll hate you … at least for a while.” I sighed. “I don’t guess I can blame them for hating me.” She lit a cigarette. “Isn’t smoking when you’re pregnant a bad idea?” Jenna snapped: “Don’t tell me what the hell to do!” I motioned: “Okay, okay, I won’t.” Exhaling the cheap cigarette smoke within her speechless lungs along with the west coast breeze, Jenna sighed: "You know. I should be the one sulking in pity, but I am trying to do what's right, here." Jenna nervously stands. "Get up," she firmly pulls me by my arm. As we made our way to the house, through the window, I realized I was about to ruin a perfectly good family. And to be honest, I
