text: Camille was glad she could listen. It was nice to have Derrick over. Of course, she didn't tell him. In fact, she'd told no one.
  She knew if she were her mother, she would have had the abortion already. Still Camille wondered what her brother or sister would be like, today. Of course, they would have been almost twenty years younger than her. Not once did she ever tell her mother that she was against it nor for it.
  Yes, they'd been over the statistics. She and her doctor. Camille was still young enough to do this. And in her heart, she didn't care if anyone was against it, she would be there for the baby. No matter what.
  She did not want to dare hear what Josie would make of this problem. Who was the teenager now? She wasn't sure how long she cold hide this, but she would. Besides, what if she had a miscarriage? It was best to wait it out. Stay calm and not put pressure on anyone about the situation.
  Derrick asked her about his Dad. She knew he did want to hear from him, but Derrocl would be just as happy if she did. She could see it upset him a little that his Dad hadn't called or anything.
  "That's my Dad for you." He'd joked, but she could see he was actually being cynical.
  "He's a busy guy." She shrugged it off as if it was best to make light of it. "Its OK."
  Funny, how she felt closer to Derrick now than she actually did Joe. There was something aloof about Derrick's father. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she was certain he wanted to stay away from her.
  Yet, she dug through her little notes by the kitchen phone. It was a mess, but there was Joe's phone number. She stared at it for a moment, wondering if it were even a good idea to call him.
  She picked up the phone, and noticed Duncan at the kitchen doorway, as if he were about to say something, but he went back to the livingroom, instead to watch some television.
  She hesitated, but managed to call the number.
  "Hey," Joe's voice was friendly enough. "I was wondering if you kept my number."
  Camille instantly smiled. She wasn't expecting him to be so friendly.
  "You're not on the road, are you?" She hoped he was not that kind of cellphone user.
  "Oh, no. I'm at a truckstop." He talked about the weather in Seattle then. "I know I'm bad. I wanted to send you flowers for Valentines day. I meant to. Then, I lost your street address somehow, and your phone number. I swear I lose everything."