The Haret (The Haret Series) Read Free

in the waiting area. As furious as she was with Ma and Pa Kettle for making light of her situation she dare not return to retrieve them. Aside from shielding her eyes from the blinding light, her glasses would hide the tears welling up and trickling down her cheeks.
                  A million thoughts crowded into her head. The journal entry of August 27 th must have actually happened. But how? It just wasn’t possible. She needed to talk to someone but whom? Certainly not her parents they would never believe her. She couldn’t tell Ian he wouldn’t hear anything past the part of her being pregnant and would probably go berserk. He had pretty much begged for intimacy and she always refused him; now he would think she had cheated on him and would probably break up with her.
                  The tears escaped but she brushed them away with the back of her hand while her thoughts dwelt on that evening. She shook her head as if somehow the blurred images of the hazy memory would clear.  She shook her head again this time denying the possibility. No, it couldn’t have happened because what took place that night was impossible.
                  She checked the time on her cell. She would have to hurry; she barely had enough time to dump her computer in the trunk, sneak into the restroom and remove all traces of tears and then be sitting at their special table waiting before Ian arrived. 
                  Stepping inside the dimly lit coffee shop the strong smell of ground coffee greeted her nose, along with the spicy aromas of fresh baked pumpkin bread. Autumn had truly arrived. The delicious pastry was a seasonal favorite served only during the months of October and November. She took in a deep breath filling her lungs with the comforting scents. Then a wave of nausea swelled over her. The sweet perfume combined with the pungent coffee overwhelmed her. Then more nausea… she saw Ian sitting at their table along with a moist piece of pumpkin bread and two hot ciders. She bolted for the restroom.
                 
                  “You okay Taz?” Esther knocked on the bathroom stall. “Are you throwing up?”
                  Felicitas wiped her mouth and opened the door. Esther gasped.
                  “Ooohh you’re pale as a ghost.  Do you have the stomach flu? Get away from me. I don’t want it.”
                  “I don’t have the flu Esther.”
                  “You’re not turning Bulimic on me are you?”
                  “No.”
                  “Then what’s up with you? Ian’s been here for half an hour waiting. Where you been?”
                  Felicitas ran her fingers through her auburn waves pulling them away from her face. She splashed cool water on her neck and examined herself in the mirror. She did look pale but doubted anyone would notice in the dim lighting. Besides she never tanned her ivory skin anyway due to her mother’s strict regulations on skin care and keeping your youthful appearance.              
                  “Esther, you busy later?”
                  “Just going to the game tonight. Why?”
                  “Is it okay if I sleep over after? I kind of want to talk to you about something.”
                  “Sure…..wanna talk now?”
                                “No, not here. It’s one of those things that have to be discussed in total privacy.”
                  Esther raised her perfectly tweezed brows. “I’m intrigued. Wanna go to my house and talk now?”
                  Yes, she would love to sneak off and get this new piece of news off her chest but Ian was waiting so confiding to Esther would have to wait too.
                  Felicitas nodded. “It can wait until after the