Amrit, Amrit, Amrit...

There is not one reader who may be able to forget my shocking revelation about Amrit last week.  Well, I've been doing a little digging and I've hit gold. 

Looks like somebody has got a bun in the oven.  Tut, tut, tut Amrit!  Today, Amrit was overheard on the phone to Greg, holding Sasha's hand. 

"Of course it's your baby!  You've been my only..." she trailed off.  There was some angry sounds down the phone. 

"Pass him to me," Sasha demanded.  Her tone buzzed like a nest of angry bees and each word was intended to sting.  "You got my friend pregnant!  No, I'm not happy.  You wait until mum hears about this!"

And then came the crucial moment; "I don't know if she wants to abort it.  Ask her."  At this point, Amrit had to sit down.  Something tells me there is one hell of a confusion whirlwind in her head.  Tell me, Amrit, do you intend to abort?  A word of advice, a baby is easier to prevent than raise. 

Yours,
xxx The Spiller xxx