“You have given me more than I ever thought I could have in one life.” “You're sure.” “Tm positive.” She smiled. “You love me?” she said. “Oh, my God, what an understatement,” I told her. “You love me so much you can’t see straight?” “I love you so much that when I sometimes get a look at all the crazy fan mail you get, I think, Well, sure, that makes sense. I want to collect her eyelashes, too.” Celia laughed and ran her hand across my upper arm as she stared at the ceiling. “I want you to be happy,” she said when she finally looked at me. “You should know that Harry and I will have to...” “There’s no other way?” she asked. “I thought women were getting pregnant by men just using their sperm now.” I nodded. “I think there are other ways,” I said. “But I’m not confident in the security of the situation. Or, rather, I don’t know how to ensure that no one finds out that’s how we did it.” “You're saying you're going to have to make love to Harry,” Celia said. “You are the person I’m in love with. You are the person I make love to. Harry and I are merely making a baby.” Celia looked at me, reading my face. “You’re sure about that?” “Absolutely positive.” She looked back up at the ceiling. She didn’t talk for a while. I watched her eyes as they moved back and forth. I watched her breathing as it slowed. And then she turned to face me. “If it’s what you want .. . if you want a baby, then... have a baby. I will. . . we will figure it out. I will make it work. I can be an aunt. Aunt Celia. And I'll find a way to be OK with it all.” “And Ill help you,” I said. She laughed. “How do you suppose you'll do that?”