‘Sorry for being catty.’ ______ The sun was beginning to set as Josh sat on a boulder and nursed his second beer. He felt like a flattened piece o...f road kill. Joshua Taylor could admit to himself that he was upset. He didn’t normally spend a lot of time over self-analysis, but he thought about it now because he knew that how he felt stemmed from a couple of things. No matter how he looked at it, he’d been an ass and it surprised him that he’d been unaware of it at the time. Introspection wasn’t. She tiptoed across the room, near the bed. I closed my eyes most of the way, but still watched her. She bent over her purse and slipped out a pack of birth control pills. I watched as she popped one out and swallowed it. I felt like I'd watched some sensuous secret female ritual. Then April went back to sipping her tea and reading that sleazy magazine.When she glanced over and saw me watching her, she smiled. She began to walk toward the bed, shrugging the skimpy robe back on her shoulders, and. “Why haven’t you read the diary, Aunt Margie?”“Because I’m afraid to! It’s not mine!”“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Aunt Margie. I won’t ask any more questions. Why don’t you take one of these pills Dr. Milton prescribed? It’ll help you relax.”She nodded yes, so I got a glass of water from the kitchen and gave her the medication. I didn’t dare try to squeeze her for more information about Dagmar or the diary, but I suspected that, deep down in her mind somewhere, she knew, or at least suspected, what. "Like last night. I wanted to tell you, but then I just got mad and ... I'm sorry." We gotta, um..." I shook my head and my brain wouldn't sit still long enough to think. "My mom's got pills!" What?" Those morning after pills. You could take one and..." I got pregnant three weeks ago, Josh!" She giggled softly. "There's no pill for that." But ... Why didn't you do something? I mean, you could have gotten some pills before, right?" Why didn't you use a condom?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.