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“It’s okay,” I reply. “Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s it. Keep up the good work. Oh, and stay away from alcohol and obviously drugs. I just have to remind you.”

I nod. “I am. Haven’t had anything to drink since I got out. Okay that’s a lie, I had like half a beer the day after.” And the few swigs of whiskey the night I found out about Mr. Stamp, but I keep that to myself. I still have the whole bottle at home. I need to take it to Taryn’s or somewhere.

She grins. “Don’t worry about that. Just keep up the good work.” She reaches into a drawer, pulls out a plastic cup and a sticker, uses a Sharpie to write my last name and register number on the sticker, and hands it to me. “UA time. Use the bathroom on your way out, and seal the lid with the sticker.”

I take it from her. “Yeah, I know the drill.”










Twenty-One

Christa

Igrab the envelopefrom Taryn and tuck it into my purse. “I’ll keep it safe, I promise,” I assure her.

She squeezes my hand. “Thank you. You don’t know how hard it is not to peek at the gender.”

“Well, you’re not getting it out of me.” I zip my lips with my fingers. As soon as I’m home, I’m looking.

“I texted you the bakery’s number and the pinata place, right? Call them ASAP so they can get the right color.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, only like ten times. I got this, Tar. Chill!”

We laugh as we’re led to a table in the sushi restaurant, only the two of us. “I’m starving,” I say, looking at the menu.

“Me too. Nothing raw though, it sucks.”

“Oh, you can’t eat raw stuff while pregnant? I think I’ve heard of that before.”

“Or shellfish or any fish that might contain mercury.” She pouts.

I look over the menu and say, “You could get a cucumber roll. And some teriyaki chicken.”

“I know, but I really wanted some unagi and sashimi. Oh well, after the baby’s born. He or she is worth it.” She smiles and rubs her tiny bump you wouldn’t know was even there unless someone pointed it out.

“I’m really happy for you, Tar.” I set the menu down and grab her hand. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a reclusive bitch lately. I’m trying to snap out of it, and I think I’m doing better,” I lie. I’m not, but no need to take my misery out on everyone else.

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