“Hello, thank you for calling
Planned Parenthood. How may I help you?” Eve hung up the phone
again. She put her cell phone in her purse and stared at herself in the
rearview mirror. She didn’t recognize the person who was looking back at
her. She felt nauseous. She wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy or
the guilt. She felt ashamed for calling Planned Parenthood to schedule a
third abortion. She felt even more ashamed that she already had the phone
number for Planned Parenthood saved in her cell phone’s contacts right after
Paulie’s Pizza.
