it,’ Sunny ordered and turned back to the others. ‘And there’s another problem. What do we tell Darcy so that she doesn’t do this herself in seven more years? This is the worst kind of example to set.’
Dan held up a hand and returned to Jessica. ‘You talked about going to Georgetown.’
‘Percy State will do.’
‘Will do?’ He lowered his voice. ‘Is it Adam?’
‘Maybe. Maybe not.’
‘Jessica!’ Sunny shouted.
Dan lifted his hand for quiet. ‘You are dating Adam, are you not?’
‘I have been, but he isn’t the love of my life.’
‘He has to marry you if he’s the father of this baby,’ Sunny argued.
‘I haven’t said he’s the father,’ the girl insisted. ‘Anyway, the donation of sperm doesn’t make a man a father. Involvement does, and the father of this baby won’t be involved. I’m raising it myself.’
‘Raising it yourself?’ Dan asked. ‘That doesn’t make sense.’
‘Maybe not to you and Mom. When everything in your world is as neat as this kitchen—’
‘What’s wrong with this kitchen?’ Sunny asked in alarm. Their kitchen – their house – was larger than many in town, reflecting Dan’s position as head of the PC legal department and Sunny’s as manager of Home Goods. She had decorated every inch of the place herself and took pride in seasonal additions from the store, like the hand-blown glass bowl of pine cones on the table. Their kitchen reflected everything they had worked so hard to achieve. She hadn’t expected an attack on this front.
‘Nothing’s wrong with the kitchen, Mom,’ Jessica replied serenely. ‘That’s the problem. Nothing is out of place. Nothing clashes. Our lives are very, very organized.’ She looked at Dan, who looked at Sunny.
‘Where is she getting this?’ he asked, sounding mystified.
‘Not from me,’ Sunny vowed, but she knew what was coming.
‘From your mother?’
It was the only possible explanation. Sunny didn’t have to study Jessica’s cell tab to know that she talked with her grandmother often. The girl made no secret of it. She and Delilah had always gotten along, and no warning from Sunny could change that.
Delilah Maranthe was the embodiment of all Sunny had tried to escape. Her parents had been the eccentrics of the neighborhood, bent on doing their own thing. Born Stan and Donna, they went to court to become Samson and Delilah. They bought a house in suburbia and, under the guise of returning the property to its natural state, refused to mow the lawn. Ever. They spent weeks before Halloween baking cookies and rigging up elaborate electronics, though the local children were forbidden to visit. To Sunny’s utter mortification, they appeared at her high school graduation dressed as graduates from the century before.
To this day they remained odd, and though some people found a benign charm in their behavior, Sunny did not. Had her parents ever been benign – had they had an ounce of caring or foresight, they wouldn’t have saddled their children with silly names. What kind of mother named her child Sunshine? Sunny would have gone to court to change it herself if she hadn’t been adamant against following in a single one of her parents’ footsteps. And Buttercup? That was her older sister, who had simply shrugged it off and gone through life as Jane.
Sunny had been more vulnerable, suffering the taunts of schoolmates, and though no one in Zaganack knew her as Sunshine, the fear of discovery haunted her. She had raised Jessica and her sister to be Normal with a capital N.
Now Jessica was pregnant, saying that sperm didn’t make a man a father, and that their lives were too ordinary – and Dan was looking at Sunny like it was her fault. But how could she control Delilah Maranthe? ‘It’s not enough that I had to escape my mother when I was a child, but now she’s corrupted my daughter!’
‘This has nothing to do with Delilah,’ Jessica insisted, which irritated Sunny all the more.
‘See, Dan? Not Grandma. Delilah.’ She turned on her daughter. ‘A grandmother shouldn’t be called by her first name. Why can’t you call her Grandma?’
‘Because she forbade me to. She just isn’t a Grandma.’
‘There’s our problem,’ Sunny told Dan.
‘Why are you always so down on her?’ Jessica argued. ‘Delilah happens to be one of the most exciting people I know. Face it, Mom. We are totally predictable.’
‘I have a job other people would die for,’ Sunny reasoned.
‘We follow every rule to the letter.’
‘I’m respected in this town.’
Jessica raised her voice. ‘I want to stand out!’
‘Well, you’ve done it now. What are people going to think?’
‘They’ll think it’s fine, Mom, because it isn’t just me. It’s Lily and Mary Kate, too.’
Sunny gasped. ‘What?’
Susan waited only until Lily had gone upstairs before opening her cell. Seconds later, without so much as a hello, Kate asked, ‘Do you know what’s going on?’
‘Not me. I was hoping you would. You’re my guru.’
She heard a snort. ‘I’ve mothered my kids through broken bones and head lice, not pregnancy. How’s Lily?’
‘Confident. Naive.’
‘Same with Mary Kate.’
‘How could this happen?’ Susan asked, bewildered. ‘We taught them the right things, didn’t we?’
Kate interrupted the conversation to say, ‘No, Lissie, she is not a loser. There’s a solution to this.’ Back to Susan, she muttered, ‘But I haven’t a clue what it is. I have to go, Susie. Mary Kate is being crucified here. It’s going to be a long night. Can you come to the barn tomorrow morning?’
Susan had a lineup of morning meetings, but would gladly reschedule a few. ‘Be there at ten.’
The prospect of talking with Kate was a comfort. Likewise, perversely, the idea that Susan and Lily weren’t the only ones with a problem.
But the more Susan thought about it, the more frantic she grew. Three girls pregnant by design? There was a word for that, but the mother in her couldn’t say it. And the school principal? She couldn’t even begin to think it.
One pregnancy could be hidden. Not three.
One might be accidental. Not
