As far as I knew, my friend Ida was a happily married wife and mother, so I was puzzled when she called me, sounding hysterical, and asked if she could come over and talk to me right away.

When she arrived she was so distraught she could hardly say anything. Finally she burst into tears as she blurted out, “I’m pregnant, and it isn’t Al’s baby!”

Trying to hide my surprise, I put my arms around her and soothed her. “But how do you know that?” I asked her. “I mean, even if you’ve strayed once or twice, it’s more likely to be Al’s than some guy’s you had a quick fling with, right?”

Ida was weeping so hard she could hardly talk, but she managed to sob out that Al had had a vasectomy just after their last child was born. She then... Read More