Part 31

When Charlotte got back to the room Sarah was sitting on her bed talking with Angie. There were no visible signs of their previous discussion. No disgust looks thrown her way when she walked over to the opposite side of the bed and crawled back under the covers. No heavy obvious sighs that would register heavy upon the local Ritcher scale.

"How's school?" asked Angie.

"Fine, I just got a 97 on my biology quiz."

"Good for you, every thing else going okay?"

Sarah glanced at her mom before answering. "Life was good, and now this."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, but refrained from entering into the conversation. Angie had been a grandmother to Sarah from the time she was 2 years old. If anyone could talk to her typical teenager, it was Angie.

"What, honey?"

Sarah shot her mother a glance, "She's pregnant."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"It's a gross thing." Sarah got up and paced the room. "When it's in kindergarten Mom will be 52. Old enough to be a grandmother, never mind a mother. What will the other kids think?"

Leaning back against her pillow, that was the exact question Charlotte was contemplating. Then through a low chuckle she said, "Ill be the room Grand - mother."

"It's not funny, Mom. You're too old."

"It's not like I have a choice." As soon as the words left her lips, Charlotte realized that she did have a choice. A choice she swore she would never make. But what if the amnio confirmed that there was a problem? She shook her head and put those thoughts aside.

Finally Angie put in her two cents. "Your Mom and Dad are doing what they believe is the right thing to do. They are having a baby. What if they didn't have you or one of your sisters?"

Sarah smirked. "Can I make that decision retroactive?"

Charlotte just looked at her. Recognizing the fact it took a lot of patience to ride the waves of sibling rivalry.