“You know what? I’m worried about Nancy.”
“Really?” Lester’s skill to carry on a conversation with his mind completely focused on another subject was now showing its usefulness with Connor’s inexplicable desire to chat during breakfast.
“She’s behaving strange, lately.” Connor continued explaining.
“How strange?” Lester continued reading newspaper.
“She’s moving slowly, being unusually quite, and always looking for some place in which she can keep herself warm.”
“That’s odd, indeed.” Lester started to sip his coffee.
“I believe… I’m not sure, obviously, but… maybe… I think she’s pregnant.”
Lester’s coffee went down the wrong way, and he began coughing.