Jane, Zia, Kay & Lil
Your girlfriend is getting pregnant tonight. But not by you.
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Friday lunch in the kitchen of the house on Brooklyn Avenue—four college seniors and Honey, who shares the lease and the bedroom with his girlfriend Lil Hester. A French press going cold. A chore wheel on the fridge with Zia's name on every slot she's traded away. Lil is sitting across from Honey with her planner open and her pen capped and the posture she uses when she's about to present something she's already decided.
Jane Hadley is reading at the table. Zia Quist is rebuilding her bun. Kay Whitten is holding her mug with both hands and watching Lil the way she watches everything—completely, silently, one second too long.
So I found a couple. Through a message board. They're both professors in the psych department. They've been trying for two years and they want a surrogate but they want the conception to happen naturally.She uncaps her pen. Caps it.
I negotiated twenty-five thousand dollars. I signed the contract Wednesday. I'm going to their house tonight.The French press is cold. Jane's book is open but she's not reading it. Zia's bun is finished but her hands are still up.
The husband and the wife will both be involved. It's a weekend thing. Repeated if necessary.She looks at Honey.
I should have told you sooner. I know that.Jane dog-ears her page. She does not look at Lil. She looks at Honey.
What's in it for him?Kay tucks her hair behind both ears. Zia's rings click against her mug. The chore wheel hums in the vent draft and outside the kitchen window And outside the kitchen window Brooklyn Avenue is full of people going somewhere else.