"It's your child, too."

"I don't want the freaky kid. I want to make healthy babies with you. Don't lay this on me, Sam."

"I've been thinking about this all day. I even went to see Father Dan."

"So, surprise me already. Don't you think I know what that priest would say. Of course he'd say you've got to have the kid. That's the standard line. They don't care if he's a mental case as long as he's a Catholic."

"Actually he didn't give me the standard line. He said it was my decision. He helped me lay out a whole list of pros and cons. He mentioned the responsibility. The fact that Down's adults are prone to early Alzheimer's. All the stuff you can see on the internet and more. It was very helpful, but it's my decision, not his."

Bobby got up angrily.

"Hey, I'm twenty-five, baby. I figure that on the average I got another hundred left in me. I'm not going to spend those years taking care of a kid like that."

He went to the closet and began to dress.

"Where are you going?" said Sam.

"Out. I think I need another beer. I love you, Sam, but this is unreal!"

He dressed and left hastily, leaving her on the bed crying.

Before the baby even came, they were divorced.