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before. “Sure, I help people but I don’t use my body to do it. I don’t want any part of money you make on yours.” He came back to the table with his coffee and straddled the chair again.
    “Make money on my own body?” I was horrified. “Is that what you think? I would never do that.” I looked hard at him and then softened my tone. “I’m giving Roy and Dottie the gift of a baby. You’ll see what kind people they are when you meet them. How deserving they are of a baby.”
    “I don’t care how kind they are,” he said, “or how deserving. Or anything else about them. Why does it have to be you who gives them this baby?”
    “It doesn’t have to be me. Don’t you see? They picked me. They picked me, John Wasper, out of a whole group of women. I am the one they want to have their baby. Look at it as me giving their baby a home for nine months. For that they pay me well. It’s sort of like rent. Then we get a new house out in Crystal Springs and we move on with our lives.”
    “We move on to what kind of life? What would be next? Rent out your body today. Sell it tomorrow? For what? I don’t want you to do this. NO! I don’t want you to have a baby for someone else. It’s not right. It’s, I can’t even say what it is. It’s too weird.”
    “Here,” I said handing him the brochure the couple had given me on surrogacy. “This will explain everything.” I knew it wouldn’t. It didn’t even come close. It gave only the sketchiest of details and while I’d gone into the library in town and read several thick volumes on surrogacy, I wanted to hide many of the facts from my husband. This pamphlet presented everything in a pleasant light and would give my husband the fairy tale version of surrogacy.
    I kept telling myself it was all he could handle. I knew better. It was all I wanted him to handle. “I will be giving the gift of life, John Wasper. Just remember that.”
    “I don’t want you giving the gift of life,” he snapped but he looked over the pink and blue brochure that tied everything up in lace and bows.
    “Hey,” I said, “let’s forget about the downside and celebrate the good of it.” I refilled our coffee cups. “Let’s drink to me being on the cutting edge of science.” I lifted my cup to his, “At least here in the town of Shady Creek. Let’s drink to this new way of building a family. It’s unconventional.” I looked at him, seductively, “Haven’t I always been unconventional?”
    He looked unconvinced. He took a long sip of coffee.
    “John Wasper Waddell,” I said, smiling at him mischievously, “you said I was unconventional on our wedding night. Have you forgotten already?” I went around the table still in my silk pajamas and sat down on his lap.
    “I haven’t forgotten,” he said, slowly, taking me in his arms. “You’re right about one thing, honey. You’ve always been unconventional.”
    He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and nuzzled his head into me. As we kissed I knew he would go along with anything I asked, at least for the moment.

Chapter Five
    Joy Ruth came with me to the clinic near Charleston when I had my tube surgery. John Wasper had to take a load of building supplies to Tennessee. He would be busy, naturally. It was for the best. He loved driving the big rigs and now he was finally getting some time on the road.
    “I don’t like that doctor,” my sister whispered, as he left the room, closing the door behind him. He’d come in personally to take my vital signs which I thought was kind.
    She sat at my bedside asking too many questions and making me nervous. Since arriving at the clinic, I’d been inundated with people wanting to wait on me. Wanting to fetch me juice. Wanting to plump my pillow. I wondered if the royal treatment had anything to do with the Kilgores or the fact I was to be a surrogate mother for them. I turned toward my sister.
    “The doctor isn’t for you to like or dislike, Joy Ruth. Get off