Leslie and I sit my already conscious mom on the couch as she looks down at Leslie. Rage , anger and lots of emotions spread across her face. I sit on the single couch and stare at mom. Leslie stands at a corner with her hands cross.

" What were you thinking? Getting pregnant for your professor. You had to sleep with a professor Leslie. A married one with a kid." Mom leans her elbows on her knees and holds her head.

" Is he aware?" Mom asks. Leslie bites her bottom lip and shakes her head sideways.

" He's not aware?" Mom flares up. She stands to her feet...