Holly Winslow: "..."
She shook her head with a smile. "I'm not done grading the exams. I still have to analyze them."
Exams, exams. It was all he ever heard from his wife.
Mortimer Quincy was displeased. He said mournfully, "Honey, I'm an exam paper. Analyze me instead."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She picked up the phone and called Iris Kensington and Anna Willow. They both agreed to come. After hanging up, she looked at Mortimer Quincy. "Go heat up the milk. Ellie is pregnant, so she probably shouldn't have any soda."
Iris Kensington had found out she was pregnant in June of this year.
"Honey, why don't you get pregnant for me?" Mortimer said as he heated the milk.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's not like I can get pregnant just by saying I want to."
She bared her teeth in a grin. "It's you who can't perform."
'Can't perform?'
