A private one.

Some paperwork, a lawyer, and we’d have a baby in the house by summer.”

He said summer the way a man says the name of a room he is walking you into.

“Your father would be involved.”

“It would go through his firm.

Nominally.” He lifted his hand off mine to make a turn.

“You’d be a mother by August.”

I held on to the word nominally for the rest of the drive.