Tony doesn't say anything to Angela when she gets home. But that night when he's in bed, he can't take it any longer. He stares at his magazine blankly. He closes it, and places it on the stand next to him. He looks over at Angela who reads her book, in bed next to him. She feels his eyes on her, and closes her book.

"What?" she questions.

"What's going on?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mona said that you didn't come in until ten this morning."

"You know mother."

"Yeah, she rats you out every chance she gets."


"Is something going on?"


"Are you in trouble?"


"Are you sick?"

"Why are you asking?"

"She said that you kept saying 'This can't be happening,'. What can't be happening?"

"You know how dramatic mother can be."

"Angela I feel like you're keeping something from me, and I don't like it."

"Tony... now is not a good time."

"For what?"

"To discuss this."

"When would be a good time?"

"I don't know," she shrugs, "I'll let you know when I'm ready to talk."

"I want to talk now," he insists.

"You want to talk now?"

"Yes I want to know what's going on with you. I want to know why you're being so secretive."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," he nods.

"Are you sure?"


"I don't... I just... now is not the right time."

"Now is not the right time? What are you talking about?"

"I don't know what to think."

"About what?"

"Tony I don't know how to say this."

"Say what?"

"I don't know how you're going to take this."

"Take what? Are you cheating on me?"


"Are you sick?"


"So what then?"

She looks away.


She turns her head and looks at him with tears in her eyes.

"I know that you're probably not going to want to hear this. I know now is not the right time. I don't know how it happened. I mean I know how it happened, but I just can't believe it. It's unreal. I just I don't know how to handle it," she blubbers with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Handle what? I can't help you through this if I don't know what's going on."

"I'm afraid to tell you."


"I'm afraid that you're going to react badly."

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't want you to leave."

"Angela I'm not going anywhere. You know that. You're stuck with me forever, or at least until one of us dies."

"Promise that you won't freak out."

"I'll try not to."

"If you feel like you're going to say something stupid just don't say anything at all."

"That's a tall order."


"Ok. I'll try," he agrees.

She takes a deep breath, and wipes the tears off her cheeks.

"I'm pregnant," she announces.

He just stares at her for several moments. "Please say something," she mutters under her breath.

"That's what you were afraid to tell me?"

"Yes," she nods.


"I don't know, I just..."

"You just what?"

"The timing is terrible. And we're too old. And the other two are grown. And did I mention, we're too old."

"This is great."

"Great?" she swallows hard.

"You don't think so?"

She looks away.

"It's ok if you don't."

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Losing you, having to do this on my own. And I don't even really know how I feel about this. I'm still in shock. What if there's something wrong..."

"The first thing you need to do is breathe. Just take a breath."

"I can't."

"This is why you haven't been eating?"

"I feel so nauseous all day long. I don't feel like eating anything, I know it's not going to stay down."

"How long have you known this?"

"I don't know. A few weeks."

"A few weeks?"

"I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure. I had a doctor's appointment this morning. And he confirmed it. I have an appointment to see him again in two weeks."

"I'm sorry that you're scared. You should know that I'm not going anywhere."