I'll be waiting. Now for this…" Susan turned her attention back to the information at hand, which was the Dental Hygiene Conference being held in Queenstown, and all the representatives.
"The representative of the Bloembergen Hotel wants a word with you about the conference."
"Why would the representative of the Bloembergen Hotel want to talk to me? I'm only one of their guest speakers," Evonne asked. "Because you're the all-time important guest speaker, that's why.
He said he needed to go over some stuff with you about the layout and things." "But the event is being held in Queenstown.
Why am I going to the Bloembergen Hotel in Auckland, then?' "Because they also own the Bloembergen Hotel in Queenstown and it's the same layout.
Plus, it's just to meet the representative." "Right, fine then. Where do I meet him?" "At the Bloembergen Hotel," Susan told her again.
"Dear, where has your head gone? It feels like we're talking around the table here. Get back to Earth, dear." "Yes, Susan. I'm sorry for being away with the fairies."
"Well, I blocked you out for the afternoon so you could suss out all the details involving the conference.
Happy?" "Yes, happy, Susan. Thank you," she said, then walked into her surgery room with the patient's files in her hand while her head was once again swimming with her baby thoughts.
The afternoon rolled around faster than Evonne could say cheese, and by one p.m. straight on the dot, she was at the entrance to the fertility clinic.
Nervous and palms sweating, she held onto the doorknob and drew forward. No backing down now, Evonne, she told herself. You are ready to become a mother.
You are ready for this. "What?" That was her first reaction when the consultant came back to her. "You mean to say I can't even see the man that donates sperm?" she asked when the consultant outlined their guidelines.
"Yes." "Why not? How do I know he looks nice if I can't see his face?" "I'm sorry. It's part of our policy here. We value our donors' privacy, so to show their pictures to potential clients would pose a risk to their lives."
"I don't understand how seeing the man would make me go out and kill him." "Well, let's just say if you don't like the look of your baby, you might feel differently." "I wouldn't do that. Isn't that why I asked to see his face first? If he's hot, then surely my child would be hot too."
"That's not generally the case with babies." "Ah, this is so frustrating. This is so not happening." Evonne wanted to scream.
Here she was thinking that everything was going the way she had planned, but now this. Was Lord trying to stop her from having a family? She tried reasoning with the consultant one more time.
"If I can't even see his picture, how am I supposed to decide whether he would be the right one for me? After all, I am bearing his child. What if you lie to me that he's intelligent, gentle, and sensible, then I ended up getting the wrong sperm from someone else?
How do I make sure that doesn't happen?" "We always make sure it does not happen again."