Shirley Thorne had eaten way too much.
Talk about joy turning to sorrow. This was it!
Ethan Grant had called a doctor to the house late at night, who prescribed some digestive aids.
This shouldn't have been a big deal—just a routine event. But the very next day, Shirley Thorne received a tactful, probing message from Meredith Rowan.
"Shirley, I heard you called a doctor last night. Was your stomach bothering you?"
At first, she didn't think much of it and brushed her off with a few words. But holy cow, for the rest of the morning, her face was a mask of exasperated speechlessness.
[Ms. Thorne, my mom told me you had a pregnancy scare last night and called the doctor. Are you okay?]
Shirley Thorne: 'There are several curse words I'm debating whether or not to say right now.'
'Just how far had this rumor spread? How did even Winston Aldridge know?'
'And he heard it from Mrs. Aldridge, of all people!'
'This is ridiculous!'
Things were just as bizarre on Ethan Grant's end.
