“Well—I suppose you might as well know now as later,” she said. “You’ll know in any event.”
“Know what?”
“That you’re right. I am human.”
“And what brought on this sudden change of—” He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening.
“Yes,” Copper said. “I am with child. Your child.”
“But that’s impossible.”
She shook her head. “It’s a miracle perhaps, but it’s not impossible. It’s happened. Can’t you see the difference?”
“See what? You look just as you always do.”
“I suppose you can’t see it yet,” she admitted. “But I am with child. I’m two weeks past my time.”
Kennon’s mind leaped to the obvious conclusion. Pseudo-pregnancy. He had seen it before among Lani at Hillside Farm. It was an odd syndrome which occasionally occurred in humans and animals. The brain, desiring children, made demands upon the body and the body responded to its desire by tricking the brain. Lani were fairly subject to it probably because they had better imaginations. He would run a few tests when they went down to the hospital, and once she realized the practical joke her body was playing everything would be all right. No wonder she seemed excited.