lie about any of that?" I ask you defensively. I am feeling sorry for her. "So what are you going to do?" I ask again because you haven't answered my question.<br />
"She's mad at me because I'm not happy and didn't ask her to marry me," you continue and my stomach starts to churn again at the word <i>marry.</i> "But I can't be by her side during this pregnancy not knowing if the baby is mine." You pause. "Mala, can I ask you something?"<br />
I tell you of course you can, as if at this point your asking ma