Eventually, the latest storm of weeping calmed enough to get some of the story.
“There’s this boy… at school… he’s cute and strong and tall and dark-haired and…”
“Spunky?” asked Merryl.
“Umm, yeah, if you’re 50!” said Monica with a touch of the usual attitude, “Anyway, he didn’t like me, so I put a love spell on him, only it went…”
More sobbing ensued.
“Horribly wrong?” said Kyle, getting into the finishing-sentences thing.
Monica nodded and blew her nose loudly.
“He… came up to my room and he – and I didn’t want to – but he said he had to, and he… he did it ANYWAYYYYYY!!!” she wailed.
“Oh, honey!” Merryl said, grabbing her for a hug. “I’m so sorry, darling, that’s terrible! Are you OK now? Have you seen a doctor?”
Monica shook her head.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.