She went to the campus nurse as soon as she got back to Wellesley. The nurse laughed when she asked to be tested for pregnancy and the clap. “Hillary, I can assure you Janet can not get you pregnant, even if she is rather masculine.”
Had Janet been talking? No matter, she needed to know if the timetable of 12-13 years for making one of those little people was a lie or if she’d been duped while trance-arguing with Beelzebub.
The nurse examined her and promptly declared, “Well there’s no need to do a pregnancy test. The equipment is still pristine. Why would you ask me to test you when obviously you have never....”
”Oh never mind!” Hillary barked and stormed out of the clinic.
”I thought you didn’t like Bill.”
”He’s okay.” Hillary replied.
”Don’t play coy with me. He called me and told me it was over. He said that you gave better “Monishka” than I did!”
”Gertrude, that is simply ridiculous. He must have found someone else. You know I’m not that way.” Hillary said as she slipped on her best pantsuit.
”Why are you dressing up Hillary? Is HE coming over?” Monishka demanded.
”No! You are really acting paranoid.”
Just then the distinctive sound of the El Camino sliding to a stop outside the dorm could be heard. This was usually followed by a ‘Hawg-call’ and then Bill yelling for Gertrude. Hillary’s blood ran cold when after the hawg-call she heard “Hill-llar-eee”