Sharon couldn't understand how she could possibly have laid the eggs, yet she knew with absolute certainty that she had. Each egg in the clutch was about four inches long. Since she was sure that they weren't fertilized, there would be no point in trying to hatch them. But what could she do with them? She could hardly fry them for breakfast; that would seem too much like eating her own children. But putting them in with the trash seemed rather heartless.
She clambered out of bed. She was naked, for she always slept in the nude. She went to have a shower. Perhaps whilst she did so she would have an idea on what to do with the eggs and how she knew where they came from her.