They chatted for most of the study hall period. After dinner, Holly Winslow called Mortimer Quincy from the restroom. "Scholar Quincy, I have some bad news for you."
Hearing her cryptic words, Mortimer Quincy stopped writing. He raised an eyebrow. "Pregnant?"
Beside him, Zeke Zane, who was in the middle of a game, was so shocked that his phone fell to the floor with a THUD.
Mortimer Quincy shot him a look.
Holly Winslow was left speechless.
'Pregnant, my butt!'
She pouted, complaining, "Mortimer Quincy, can you be serious for a second? I'm trying to tell you something. If you keep this up, I'm going to get mad. The kind of mad you can't talk me out of."
Hearing his girl's classic line, Mortimer Quincy's lips curled into a smile. "I was wrong. My dear wife, please, go on."
Just then, the conversation of two girls drifted over from the stalls.
"I'm taking a dump. Go get me some toilet paper from the classroom."
"Okay."
Holly Winslow was speechless.
So was Mortimer Quincy.
