He felt a bit better as they headed into the dining room only a few moments ahead of Lucy and Mollie. They found Robert setting the table.
Sarah and Biff sat down at the table. Mollie paused for a moment, unsure if Lucy wanted her to be there when she spoke to Robert or not. She finally, awkwardly, sat next to Biff at the table.
Robert was getting utensils out of the drawers, which is where Lucy confronted him. "Robert...I know what you and Mollie have been up to..."
"Up to?" He said, feigning innocence, but concerned. Would she believe him? Would she get mad? How would she react? He felt concerned she might kick him out of the house.
"Don't play games with me, Robert. As of now, you are on notice. And you are sleeping alone. You can have Mollie's room. I'll put her in the guest room."
"Why can't I be in the guest room?" He asked, softly.
Lucy gave him an icy stare. She seemed angry, but was used to hiding her emotions under a big smile. "Well, you seem to like sharing her bed so much, you might as well have it. Besides, you have woken up there the last two days. It doesn't make sense to put you in a room you'll probably not wake up in."
"By that reasoning, you and Sarah should be sleeping together," he said.
"You are in no position to tell me what to do. If you want me to consider not calling a divorce lawyer, I expect you to not do anything to piss me off further for at least the next week, and maybe then I will be in the mood to talk to you about our future," she said, her voice taking on an angry edge, before returning to the icy calm. "I really don't want to deal with this right now, when I have another problem of yours between my legs." They'd both been in the room when the doctor had examined them, then Mollie. "Do you remember what the doctor said? You have the insides of a woman, Robert. Next time you fool around with someone, you'd better make sure they have protection."
With that, she headed back to the table, putting on her best smile, and sat down in an empty chair. "Now, I'm starving," she declared.
Robert, meanwhile, stood there, thinking back to when the three of them had seen the doctors. It was hard enough, having to explain things while they took notes, samples, and recordings. All of them had felt too awkward to ask many questions, especially questions that clearly the doctors didn't have yet, or possibly ever...
"Does that mean I could get pregnant?" Robert asked the doctor.
The doctor looked back at him. "If I go by everything I see alone...you look like a perfectly healthy young woman...at least where it counts. People who have organ transplants have all sorts of complications. But, this isn't a surgical procedure, and everything fits despite the fact that the people who have new equipment are otherwise different...different in size...it isn't anything we understand. So, we just don't know. But, there is no reason to believe that your new equipment isn't fully functional, so I think you had better be prepared for that possibility."
"What about other side effects? I mean...hormones..."
"Well, it will take a bit for us to get all the tests back, but the answer is the same....if all the parts you now have work as they are supposed to, then there will be hormonal changes. But that shouldn't happen overnight, we have time to come up with a way to counterbalance that."
"All of this happened overnight," he reminded to Doctor.
"I'm not unaware of your situation, Mr. McMillan, and I know how you must feel. I'm sorry some of my answers are not what you want to hear right now...but I don't want to lie to you. We have no idea at this point what is going on. But we will be monitoring you all for the foreseeable future. The best minds are on this."
He was jolted out out of his thoughts by a call from the table. "What's going on in there?"
