may be offensive- I won't sugar it for you. There are only two exits from this: a child, - she gestured with an open palm, - and abortion. Well, a possible third one exists - adoption, but it's hardly suited in your case. No matter what you think and feel, you can do only these two things. Anyway, there will be regret in both of them, no real escape, darling. - Tell me, what you'd do? - Sandy, being totally exhausted, resorted to this cheap and usless trick, but she was really lost. Cara paused and softly asked: - Do you understand that it will be only my position, my thoughts, my feelings? - Yeah, I just want to know that I'm not only one in this. - I'll never abort, - Cara was damnedly straight-forward even in this. - No matter what, no matter circumstances, except, may be, my own life and world's existence will be endangered. - So radical... Cara became silent for half a minute and then said in an absolutely different tone. - One of my pregnancies was the result of rape by a man, that I hadn't felt any kind of emotions towards, except fear and revulsion. - And?.. - Sandy held her breath, a little bit frightened by this sudden openness, mutual, of course, but her own intimate history wasn't so hard... Cara warmly smiled: - It was a wonderful boy, who loved ice-cream and wanted to become a racer. And was killed by father at the age of six. Sandy felt a cold-cold breath touch her cheeks. Cara raised her head and reiterated fierceley. - But I haven't regretted it even for a second. Death, even the most horrible, doesn't cancel your life, Sand, no matter how short. But abortion does.