"That'syouridea."
"And a brilliant one."
"Look, don't...don't say anything to Enzo."
She frowns. "How am I going to get that delivered without him saying anything?"
"I'll take care of it all. It's just cells, not a baby."
"I know that." And she looks a little crestfallen, like she was already playing dress-up with a baby.
It makes me want to curl into a ball. It makes me want to throw up.
"And whatever you choose is your choice. But..." She bites her lip. "But don't cut me out of your life if you keep it. Don't do it even if you don't."
"I'd never do that, Lyndall. And I never said I'd get rid of it... I don't even know if I'm pregnant. You can't tell Enzo."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Because if he thinks for a moment that I'm pregnant, and if I am and he finds out, then he'll never let me go.
It won't be a choice for me. Even if I wanted to be withhim, he'd steal the choice, which would make it no choice at all.
And I don't even know if I'm pregnant.
I let out a long breath.
Lyndall has another phone in her hand, and she's typing into it. "I'm making a list. I figure if it's buried in among a lot of other stuff, including girl stuff, he won't look or even ask. And I'll get us snacks."
"Snacks...?"
My head spins a little.
She's a lot like Enzo. In some ways, it's scary, like when she takes over things. This is pure Enzo energy.
So, why doesn't it bother me?
"We need a lot of snacks. Chocolate. Maybe a pizza."
"Do pharmacies sell pizzas?"
"No. But there's a kickass pizza place next to the pharmacy... Maybe for an extra big tip, the delivery guy can stop at the pharmacy and bring that stuff, too."
"Oh, God. This is real," I whisper.
"Nonsense. We don't know, so it isn't. We'll worry when we find out, okay?"
"Okay."
She presses a button. "Done. We'll know soon... Zombies?"
"Zombies."
I'm woken from a nap I didn't know I needed by shouting.
