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Hannah off her lap before she can struggle out of the car. Once they’re gone, I roll off Cody and he lets out a sigh of relief.
    â€œI gotta say, Abs, you’re not as light as you used to be.”
    â€œHey!” I rub my head. “Tell you what, on the way back, you sit on my lap!”
    He laughs, gets out, and holds the door for me. I look back and see the Guitar Player and Mom are still in the front seat. Her arms are whipping around like they are debating something intensely. How much hair product he’s allowed to buy? The danger of too much Obsession for Men to the fetus? I decide I don’t care and rush to catch up to my sisters.
    The first place we go is the bathroom. Because Kait is pregnant and has to pee every three minutes and because Shelby has to make sure her hair is perfect. I almost go in with them because there is always the danger that Hannah, who thinks toilets are toys, will flush whatever she can cram in the bowl. Like giant wads of toilet paper or her shoes. But, I remind myself, I’m officially off Hannah duty when Shelby’s around. I’m not anybody’s mother, and that’s how it’s going to stay.
    Cody and I wait outside, watching the parade of early-morning shoppers. A major bonus of coming to this outlet mall is that some developer somewhere realized that Arizona is hotter than the surface of the sun and so wisely enclosed and air-conditioned this place. Bless that developer, wherever he may be.
    One of those senior walking clubs passes by, gray-haired women and balding men in pastel soccer shorts and athletic shoes moving along at quite a clip. There’s even a guy in a wheelchair who apparently gets a great upper-body workout rolling himself along the faux-marble floors.
    â€œWill that be us someday?” I ask Cody. “Coming to the mall for our daily exercise because we can’t afford to join a gym?”
    â€œAt least we’ll always know where the good sales are.” His eyes scan the storefronts, ever on the alert for a red sign promising 50 percent off. “Tell me again why we’re waiting for them ?”
    I shrug one shoulder a little self-consciously. “Kait wants me to help her with something.”
    â€œOh God, we’re not going shopping for maternity underwear, are we?” he groans.
    â€œNo, no,” I’m quick to reassure him. “Just a few little things. Like a breast pump.”
    He actually looks scared until he realizes I’m joking. “You’re so unfunny, you’re like the anti-fun.”
    Hannah’s the first one out of the bathroom, looking suspiciously wet. Shelby and Kait exit next, already bickering about what store to go to first.
    â€œThere’s one place Kait and I are going together,” I say, stepping between them, “and we’re doing that now. Why don’t we meet up later at the food court and you can continue your fight then?”
    â€œIs he going with you?” Shelby cuts a look at Cody.
    Cody lifts one shoulder. “I guess.”
    â€œThen I’m coming, too.” Shelby takes Hannah’s hand and pulls her along, even though I haven’t said where we’re going. Typical Shelby. Can’t be left out of anything. Luckily, she’s walking in the right direction.
    It’s touch-and-go as we pass the Bath & Body Works outlet, but I finally get our whole entourage on the move.
    â€œHere we are.” I stop our little parade in front of the Waldenbooks.
    â€œWhat, have you got a school project or something?” Shelby asks. “Can’t you just go to the library when we get home?”
    â€œActually, this is my stop,” says Kait. She pushes hair behind her ear but doesn’t go in.
    Have none of them ever been in a bookstore before? Sheesh. I grab Hannah by the hand and lead her to the children’s section in the back. I find a Pat the Bunny , my personal all-time favorite, and set her on the brown