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took me to the Statue of Liberty and I told him about Saboteur, the Alfred Hitchcock movie where Robert Cummings is trying to save the villain by holding on to his coat sleeve, but the stitching gives way and Norman Lloyd falls to his death from the top of the statue.”
    “Is there anything I can show you that you won’t associate with a movie?”
    “Probably not,” I’d said, laughing.
    He’d made love to me for the first time that night.  He’d been gentle and caring and he’d used a condom. After that, I’d gone on the pill.  I was beginning to think Adam was the man I would spend my life with.  Then I got a sore throat.  I had several auditions scheduled and I couldn’t risk losing my voice.  I went to an emergency clinic and the young intern prescribed antibiotics but forgot to give me the caveat about birth control meds.  I hadn’t known antibiotics suppressed estrogen and counteracted birth control pills.  I do now.
    Funny.  Since the advent of Michael in my life, I’d hardly thought of Adam. 
    With the two jobs, I barely stayed afloat financially.  Melville’s salary was a godsend.  My bank account would show a definite improvement.
    I climbed into bed feeling quite at ease for the first time since I realized I was carrying a child.  All because of a spilled bowl of onion soup and a man named Michael.
    That easiness of mind lasted until nine o’clock the next morning.  I was still in bed when my cell phone buzzed.
    “How’s my favorite Broadway actress?”
    The last person’s voice on this earth I wanted to hear, my big brother Jake.  My surrogate father and protector.  If he knew about Adam, he’d get on the next plane to New York and plant several punches on my erstwhile lover’s jaw.  I fought the morning nausea by lying back in bed and cradling the phone to my ear.  “I thought that spot was reserved for Lynne.”
    “She’s not on Broadway anymore.  You are.”
    “Yes, well, about that…”
    “I’m not wishing you any bad luck but I’m hoping you’ll keep Thanksgiving weekend open.”
    “That’s a month and a half away.  I don’t know what I’ll be doing.”  Except getting bigger with this baby.
    “I’m going to send you a plane ticket.  Your mother wants you home for Thanksgiving.  Dorian will be here, too.”
    “Dorian’s coming home?  Oh, it will be wonderful to see him.”
    “You can come, then?”
    “I…I don’t know, Jake.”  I’d be three and a half months along by Thanksgiving.  There was no way I could go home if I were showing.  If Jake found out I was pregnant and the father of my baby told me he wasn’t going to marry me, Jake would come to New York with his rope, hog tie Adam and march him to the altar.  What a lot of fun that would be.  Jake brought Lynne home to install in his bedroom before they were married, but my brother would have a completely different set of rules for his adored little sister.
    If I were showing, I’d be a no show. Oh, help. I was making mental puns while my brother rattled off all the reasons I should come to Florida for Thanksgiving: Elizabeth, my mother, was pining for me and wanted the family all together, and he wanted me to make that happen.
    “I’ll try, Jake, I really will.”  Jake was not happy but he let me go with that weak promise.  I tossed my cell phone on my bed and thought how nice it would be to be with my family again.  I hadn’t seen any of them since I flew to New York three years ago.  Jake and Lynne had David who was a three year old boy when I left.  He’d be six and in school now and be the guardian keeper of his twin sisters, four year old Veronica and Victoria.  They must be two little beauties.  Jake loved those kids to death.  Lynne struggled to keep him from spoiling them completely. 
    Dorian was as tall as Jake, but he did not tan.  He had a pale complexion like his father.  Dorian looked nothing like a cowboy physically, yet he was the brains behind the