"So today, I . . . I said to him: 'Look, Rupert, what is the matter? We're going to have a baby. What is wrong with you?' I guess I should have been more diplomatic. You know—said something like: 'Rupert, I need your affection; I'm feeling all alone here.' But I didn't feel diplomatic. I was mad as hell, actually."
Owl's words echoed: "Anger is the outer face of fear."
"Scared," Oliver said.
Jennifer looked at him. "Maybe so," she said. "I thought we had a family. I thought we were all set to go."
"Well, sure," Oliver said.
"'So,' Rupert said, 'who's the father?'
"'What do you mean?' I said.
"'It's not me,' Rupert said. I was shocked. Anyway, it came out that he has a very low sperm count. He knew it all the time and never told me. I told him that you and I had a one time thing last summer, and he freaked out.
"'I'm not paying for his kid, bla, bla, bla.'
"I practically begged: 'Couldn't it be like we adopted him—or her?'