Danse Macabre   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

I was supposed to go with them, but I told them you'd called and needed me to hold your hand about moving in with Louie.»

«I did,» she said, and sipped her coffee. «But suddenly me being nervous about sharing space with a man for the second time in my life doesn't seem like such a big deal. Louie is nothing like the asshole I married when I was young and stupid.»

«Louie sees the real you, Ronnie. He's not looking for some trophy wife. He wants a partner.»

«I hope you're right.»

«I don't know much today, but I'm sure Louie wants a partner, not a Barbie doll.»

She gave me a weak smile, then frowned. «Thanks, but I'm supposed to be comforting you. Are you going to tell them?»

I leaned my hands against the sink, and looked at her through a curtain of my long dark hair. It had gotten too long for my tastes, but Micah had made me a deal: If I cut my hair, he'd cut his, because he preferred his hair shorter, too. So my hair was fast approaching my waist for the first time since junior high, and it was really beginning to get on my nerves. Of course, today everything was getting on my nerves.

«Until I know for sure, I don't want them to know.»

«Even if it's yes, Anita, you don't have to tell them. I'll close up my agency for a few days. We'll go away on a girls' retreat, and you can come back without a problem.»

I pushed my hair back so I could see her clearly. I think my face showed what I was thinking, because she said, «What?»

«Are you honestly saying that I don't tell any of them? That I just go away for a while and make sure that there's no baby to worry about?»

«It's your body,» she said.

«Yeah, and I took my chances by having sex with this many men on a regular basis.»

«You're on the pill,» she said.

«Yeah, and if I'd wanted to be a hundred percent safe I'd have still used condoms, but I didn't. If I'm… pregnant, then I'll deal, but not like that.»

«You can't mean you'd keep it.»

I shook my head. «I'm not even sure I'm pregnant, but if I was, I couldn't not tell the father. I'm in a committed relationship with several of them. I'm not married, but we live together. We share a life. I couldn't just make this kind of choice without talking to them first.»

She shook her head. «No man ever wants you to get an abortion if you're in a relationship. They always want you barefoot and pregnant.»

«That's your mother's issues talking, not yours. Or at least not mine.»

She looked away, wouldn't meet my eyes. «I can tell you what I'd do, and it wouldn't involve telling Louie.»

I sighed and stared out the little window above the sink. A lot of things to say went through my head, none of them helpful. I finally settled for, «Well, it isn't you and Louie having this particular problem. It's me, and…»

«And who?» she said. «Who got you knocked up?»

«Thanks for putting it that way.»

«I could ask, who's the father, but that's just creepy. If you are, then it's this little tiny, microscopic lump of cells. It's not a baby. It's not a person, not yet.»

I shook my head. «We'll agree to disagree on that one.»

«You're pro-choice,» she said.

I nodded. «Yep, I am, but I also believe that abortion is taking a life. I agree women have the right to choose, but I also think that it's still taking a life.»

«That's like saying you're pro-choice and pro-life. You can't be both.»

«I'm pro-choice because I've never been a fourteen-year-old incest victim pregnant by her father, or a woman who's going to die if the pregnancy continues, or a rape victim, or even a teenager who made a mistake. I want women to have choices, but I also believe that it's a life, especially once it's big enough to live outside the womb.»

«Once a Catholic, always a Catholic,» she said.

«Maybe, but you'd think being excommunicated would've cured me.» The Pope had declared that all animators — zombie raisers — were excommunicated until they repented their evil ways and stopped doing it. What His Holiness didn't seem to grasp is that raising the dead was a psychic ability, and if we didn't raise zombies for money on a regular basis, we'd eventually raise the dead by accident. I had accidentally raised a deceased pet as a child, and a suicidal teacher in college. I'd always wondered if there had been others that never found me. Maybe some of the accidental zombies that occasionally show up are the result of someone's psychic abilities gone wrong, or untrained. All I knew was that if the Pope had ever woken up as a child with his dead dog curled up in bed with him, he'd want the power controlled. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd believe that it was evil and he'd pray it into submission. My prayers just didn't have that kind of punch to them.

«You can't mean you'd actually have this… thing, baby, whatever.»

I sighed. «I don't know, but I do know that I could never just go away, get an abortion, and never tell my boyfriends. Never tell them that one of them might have made a child with me. I just couldn't do it.»

She was shaking her head so hard that her hair fell around her face, covered the upper half of it. She ran her hands through it sharply, like she was pulling on it. «I've tried to understand that you're happy living with not one, but two men. I've tried to understand that you love that vampire son of a bitch, somehow. I've tried, but if you actually breed… actually have a baby, I just don't get that. I won't be able to understand that.»

«Then don't, then go. If you can't deal, then go.»

«I didn't mean that. I just meant that I can't understand why you would complicate your life this way.»

«Complicate, yeah, I guess that's one way of putting it.»

She crossed her arms tight over her chest. She was tall, slender and leggy, and blond. Everything I'd wanted to be as a child. She was small-chested enough that she could fold her arms over her breasts instead of under them, something I couldn't have done. But her legs went on forever in a skirt, and mine did not. Oh, well.

«Okay, then if you're going to tell them, tell Micah and Nathaniel and get a test and test yourself.»

«I told you, I don't want anyone to know until I know for sure.»

She looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and sighed. «Anita, you live with two of them. You sleep over with two more of them. You are never alone. When are you going to have time to run in and get a test, let alone have the privacy to use it?»

«I can pick one up at work on Monday.»

She stared at me. «Monday! It's Thursday. I'd go fucking crazy if I had to wait that long. You'll go crazy. You can't wait nearly four days.»

«Maybe my period will start. Maybe by Monday I won't need it.