15: Confrontation

Greg’s face became a studied mask of expressionlessness. “Of course,” he said.

Just then, the door to their right opened and Donna walk in, make-up freshly applied and out of the examination gown.

“Donna, I was just telling Greg how you’ll need to be pampered all throughout your pregnancy when it happens.”

Donna smiled. She glanced at Greg’s sombre face and figured he was mentally bemoaning more freedom lost. She chuckled.

Greg stood up and so did Alicia Morris.

“Thanks, doctor. See you in two weeks.”

“Bye, now.”

Greg dropped her at work and asked her when he would see her.

“Escort me to a show tomorrow night?” she offered, still unaware that something was amiss.

So the following evening when he kissed her like a thirsty sailor, she didn’t even get suspicious.

“Miss me?” she teased.

“Just your kippers.” He took in her simple black, knee-length dress and colourful scarf. Then he held out her white felt coat and they went to a fellow designer’s show.