My Step Sister And I: Pregnant For Me

The interview.

I looked at my watch and it was 4:45. That gave me fifteen minutes to get to where Jennifer was meeting him. It took me twenty minutes to find Mohawk St. then another five to find 440 west Mohawk.

I just hoped that I didn't get there too late. What if they had met there and left

already. As I walked up the sidewalk to 440 West Mohawk I saw a sigh that didn't immediately register with me. It said "Omni School for Developmentally Handicapped Children."

I went through the front door and found myself in an office area of some type. I was totally confused now. I was looking around trying to figure out why she would be meeting Steve here. Then I though they must have met outside and they already left.

Suddenly I heard a voice and it took a minute for me to realized that the owner of that voice was talking to me. It was someone who appeared to be a receptionist and she was asking me if she could help me. Not wanting to look like a complete idiot I asked her a question and it turned out to be the right one. I asked, "Is Jennifer Krupp here?"

The receptionist said, "I believe so...."

Then she consulted what looked like a desk top calendar and said, "Yes. She is here. She is in being interviewed by Mr. Steinhower right now. They should be done in about a half hour if you would like to wait?"

"Yes, thank you," I said and sat down.

Then suddenly it started to make sense. Jennifer was an education major with a psychology minor and this was a school for the developmentally

handicapped. She is here for a job interview.

Wait...Job interview when she have not graduated? That's sound wired to me.

I felt very happy and stupid at the same time. Then it occurred to me that maybe she was still planning to see Steve. I decided to wait for her to come out and see what happened.

It turned out to be more like forty-five minutes before she came out from her interview. She looked directly at me and it seemed to take a moment before it registered on her that I was there. Then a big smile lit up her face.

She came over to me and asked, "What are you doing here?' How did you know I'd be here?"

"I peeked in your note book." I replied.

"You sneak. I didn't want to say anything to you about this until I knew if I got a job. I was too nervous and I though you would have made me even more nervous." She said.

"Well, did you get a job." I asked.

We were outside on the sidewalk now and Jennifer started jumping around excitedly and said,

"Yes. I got the job. I will start right after graduation. Now I can afford to stay here and work on my master's degree. We have to go celebrate."

Later as we were eating a celebratory dinner I confessed about why I showed up at her interview. I told her about how the girl in the back yard told me that she was with Steve.

She got a little angry and for a minute I thought it was directed at me then she said,

"That stupid little airhead. Why would she tell you something like that without knowing who you were or if what she was saying was true. Steve did call today and talked to Susan. He did say that he wanted to see me. I called him back and told him that I couldn't see him. I

told him about you and that I had no feelings for him. He said he understood and was happy for me and that was the end of the call."

"I didn't ask you to explain, but thank you for explaining anyway." I said.

"Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"When I said that, it was what I felt in my heart and it is the way I still feel. When I said that I was making a commitment to you. That you can always trust me to do the right thing for the good of us" she said.

"I'm sorry I didn't show more faith in you today." I said.

"That wasn't all your fault. My being secretive about my interview and then that airhead telling you I was with Steve. But for future reference, know that you can trust me." She said and then

leaned across the table and kissed me.

Few days later after our last exam, I came back home. I wish she's living close here, it would be better.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.