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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 forbids 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?"

Chapter 4

    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 three.
    One would quickly be last week's news. Not three.
    "Mom?" Lily's whisper came through the bedroom darkness. "Are you sleeping?"
    "If only," Susan said quietly. If only she could close her eyes and make it all go away--find it was just a bad dream, a relic of the panic from her own past-- I can't do this, I'm alone, HELP! No, she was not sleeping. "But you should be," she said quietly. "You're sleeping for two."
    "I'm also peeing for two. Did you talk with Kate?"
    Susan glanced at the door where Lily stood backlit, a still-slim silhouette against the frame. "Only for a minute. We're meeting in the morning."
    "Mary Kate says her mom's really upset. It's the money issue."
    "It's more than that," Susan said. If money ruled the Mellos, Kate and Will would have stopped after the twins. But Kate would be upset, like she was, about the consequences of what their daughters had foolishly done. "Any word from Jess?"
    "No. She's not answering my messages. I think she's mad at me. She told Mary Kate that Sunny went berserk. Jess blames me."
    "Why you?"
    "Because we had agreed not to tell. Only I got pregnant before they did, so I was farther along, and I knew you knew--"
    "I didn't know."
    "You may not have known you knew, but you knew," the girl insisted, "and once I told you, the others had to tell their moms, even though they wanted to wait."
    Susan didn't argue about what she had known when. She was already beating herself up about what she should have seen but hadn't. Girls like theirs didn't do things like this.
    But they had now. And waiting to tell moms? "Funny thing about being pregnant," she mused, wrapping her arms around her knees. "Before long, it shows."
    "But by then, it would be too late to do anything about it," said Lily. "Jess is worried they'll make her have an abortion. If they try, she'll run off to her grandmother. I have no one but you, Mom. If you didn't want me here, I could call your aunt