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Until her groom shouted, “The Hell with The Pill!

“The Hell with The Pill! The Hell with The Pill!”

His fury surprised her. “The Hell with The Pill!”

 Llona stared at her bridegroom in amazement. He was jumping around their honeymoon hotel suite in a rage. His fury was so wild that his crisp new pajama pants kept falling down with the violence of his movements. Every so often he’d have to pause long enough to pull them up again. But even when he paused, there was no surcease from the angry tirade spewing forth from his lips.

 “The Pill! The Pill! You never told me you took The Pill!” He dived for the falling pajama pants. “You never mentioned you did anything like that! You hid it from me! . . . Goddam pants, I told the salesman the size was too big! . . . That’s a helluva thing for a man to find out on his wedding night! Pretty damn shrewd! Waiting ’til after we’re married to tell me a thing like that! . . . The hell with them!” He ripped off the pants and flung them aside. “Oh, boy! I've been taken! I’ve really been taken! Me, of all people! That my wife should take The Pill!”

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