A revelation

You get off the bus feeling hot and needy, glad that you can still suck in your growing belly long enough to escape from the press of people. There's a skip in your step as you climb the stairs to the little residence room you've come to call home. You burst inside to find Trish, red-eyed and frazzled, sitting on the couch watching something on the room's small TV. She doesn't look up, she doesn't say anything.

You move in closer, wondering what could have upset her so much, and as the angle changes you see yourself on the screen. You and one of your 'dates' that the woman on the phone organized. When you look back at Trish you gasp - lying on the couch next to her is a little card, like a Christmas or birthday card. It's open far enough for you to see the serial killer style cut out letters inside: "Babies are great... if they're yours." 'Oh fuck no' you think to yourself as Trish finally looks up at you.

"How could you," she sobs. When you try to sit next to her she recoils. "Get away - I, I can't, I can't..." she says, stumbling to the bathroom. She locks herself in there, refuses to come out, refuses to talk. You try to explain what happened and all you get back is a tormented "Why should I believe you?"