If this was true, there ought to be another edition of What Every Young Girl Should Know!
r for some time. But tonight it kicked the hell out of me."
"Want to talk about it?" I asked, still holding her wrist.
She looked at me with genuine bafflement in her eyes. Her face was puckered up like a hurt child's. "But it's so impossible, doctor. I'm sorry I talked to you the way I have, but so help me, I'm a good girl."
I almost said, Well, these things happen, but that would have sounded pretty silly. It was evident that she still wouldn't admit even to herself how and when it had happened.
"Ever go on a good binge?" I suggested.
"Not since I was sixteen," she exclaimed. "But I could use one right now. No, that might hurt the baby." She folded her arms protectively around her middle. "I don't get it. I don't get it at all. But if that's the way it is--" A crooked, pleased smile wrinkled tears from her cheeks. "Leave it to Sary to do things the unusual way."
She looked up at me. "Did you know I was the first white woman to interview a Rajah's harem eunu