of her head and a small grunt.
"It sounds so horrible. What did your father say
about your changing to a parochial school?" Misty
asked. "Was he for it, too?"
"Like I said, when it came to most things
concerning me, my mother was in charge. She told
him what she wanted me to do, of course. It was an
expense, but he just nodded as usual, glanced at me
for a moment, snapped his paper and continued to
read."
"Didn't he care about what you thought and
wanted?" Misty followed.
I shook my head.
"Another absentee parent," Jade quipped. "Why
do they bother to have children in the first place?
What are we, some kind of status symbol, something
to collect like a car or a big-screen television set? I'm
not going to have any children unless my husband
signs a contract in blood, swearing to be a concerned
parent."
"You know you have to get pregnant to have
children," Star teased with a coy smile. "You know
that means you'll lose your perfect figure, and you'll
throw up in the morning."
"I know what it is to be pregnant, thank you." "Unless you adopt like her parents did," Star
said nodding at me.
"Yes, that's right," Misty said. "It doesn't sound
like they really wanted children. Why did they adopt
you?" she wondered.
I turned and gazed through the window. Angry