Why was I even still here? I thought later that night after everyone had gone to bed. I'm just a kid. I didn't even want this job and now I know too much. Betsy running off to meet a boyfriend was a heavy secret to keep hidden. I did like her and felt like Doctor Samuel was extremely firm and mean but still, how could she have an affair with this man knowing she could lose her baby forever?


The next day she had study group--Thursday--I had to babysit Trevor all day knowing Betsy was probably out meeting John. I did the chores and played games with Trevor who seemed like he was running a slight fever. Doctor Samuel came in at six and looked his son over briefly.

"He's just teething. Put him to bed and he will be better tomorrow," he said shortly. "Mrs. Samuel is still out at her study group?"

"She's not home yet," I replied, handing a frozen teething ring to Trevor who chucked it across the room. "MAMAMAA!" he bawled.

"I'm not in the mood for his caterwauling tonight," snapped Doctor Samuel. I picked up the baby and took him upstairs, then set him on the rug with his favorite teddy bear.

"I'll Skype Leon," I thought, sitting down in front of my computer. "I need to talk with someone rational for a few minutes." Trevor whimpered on the rug. He knew better than to cry loudly with his father home. It was very sad.


The computer wouldn't connect so I stood up when I heard the taxi door bang and peered out my open window.

Outside Doctor Samuel confronted his wife at the door.

"You're late," he said, eyeing her new outfit. "Since when do you dress like a Bohemian hippy? Is that really the image you want to project as an attorney?"

She frowned and turned away, walking back down the driveway.

"I'm not interested in what image I project as a lawyer," she replied, calling back to him. "This house is like a jail."


"No one can even get the mail here. What do you and that nanny do all day?" he demanded, following behind her. "I'm expecting some important medical journals."
He proceeded down the drive and opened the mailbox and pulled out a few letters and a magazine. One letter caught his attention and he ripped it open.

"Why does it say in this letter you cancelled your appointment for the Bar exam?" He angrily turned around to her. "We agreed that you'd be ready--

"No, you agreed, you agreed!" she shouted. "I don't want to be a lawyer and I don't want to take the exam and I want--I want--a divorce."

His eyes opened in shock and then he regained his cool composure. "I won't discuss our personal business in the road but this is how you repay me?"