Riding in car...

Dear Mom and Dad:

  The prospect of you reading this so shatters me that...'m a stranger to myself. 

Your fears over my behavior which thought unreasonable.. seem now the stuff 

of wisdom. Have terrible news. 've been withholding from you. But, like 

poison from an adder"s tongue... I have to spit it out. I am pregnant. 

Perhaps after the anger, which you have every right to feel... ..you will remember 

I am the daughter you loved.

Beverly.