Karen wanted children and had endured years of intrusive questions from her mother.

I felt for her.

That did not make my pregnancy a family inventory to distribute.

“I don’t want a fight,” Daniel said.

“Neither do I.

I want you to hear me before there’s one.”

At 8:40, Mike came up after the desk referred my concerns about the early inquiries.

I had met him through work connected with courthouse security arrangements and knew his name.