So Stephanie — my cousin — decides David’s girlfriend’s baby (from a previous “liason”) is “cute.”
David’s her cousin, dating her father’s girlfriend’s daughter.
So she goes for the “hillbilly in-vitro method”: letting guys at bars take her home.
And . . . you know!
So she gets followed by, get this, the guy who is, apparently, the baby-to-be’s father!
But she wants nothing to do with him!
Turns out, anyway . . .
Not his baby!
It’s all good though: she’s working part-time, hangs out with her aunts (socially!), and her mom — get this — pays for some stuff!
Time for adulthood!
ENDNOTE: Kid seemed to be autistic, last time I went home for Christmas — not responding to outside stimuli, per se.
‘S what I understand is a “psychic retreat,” which comes about for reasons ranging from the nebulous (Who knows?) to you-don’t-wanna-know.
Shit’s not funny.