Leigh. Would she ever know
the pleasure—or terror—of pregnancy?
Does she have a DVD player?
I bobbed my head. “Heather does.
How about a Palm Pilot?”
Great idea! Leigh’s so disorganized!
The ice princess gently stroked
my hair, and for one very scary instant…
There’s the buzzer. More cookies?
I verged on coming clean.
I Opened My Mouth
just as Scott rumbled
through the door,
winding down what
I guessed must have
been a very long ramble:
… out-of-touch politicians …
… the [email protected]#!*#@economy …
… the next round of layoffs …
… the boss’s decision to scale
back raises and Christmas
bonuses, despite signing
off on his own 20% pay hike …
So much for ho-ho-ho.
So much for confessions.
So much for answers.
And then Mom made
the mistake of turning
on the radio as a weather
forecaster announced