You’re a good person, Miss Harkin.”
Jane felt a sweet pain in her chest. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling a little. Jane forced herself to meet her mother’s gaze and nodded. Then, wanting to reassure her, said, “But we’re always really careful, we…” She stopped, embarrassed at discussing the technical details with her mother. “He always wears a…”
She was cut off by her mother’s sudden fierce embrace. “Oh, honey, you’re so young!” And Jane suddenly realized that her mother was crying.
Her mother pulled back to look at her, tears running down her cheeks, and said, “You’re not even nineteen.” She glanced at the phone again, this time angrily, and said, “Is that why you were crying? Has this boy been pressuring you…”
“No, Mom! Desi xxx No!
