was a better idea if I went shopping with her.
Just like Spencer, I’d known Celeste Tafoya since kindergarten. The three of us had been inseparable while growing up. These days we didn’t see as much of each other, but were still just as close.
Celeste was one of those small, dainty Spanish girls that made you wonder how the hell she managed to find anything to wear outside the junior section of the clothing stores. She might have been small, but she had an attitude that put mine to shame. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good person, but she didn’t take crap from anyone. I figured she needed the bad attitude to compensate for her lack of stature.
I was waiting for her on my deck when she drove up in her pride and joy, a red Jeep Wrangler.
“So what’s on the agenda?” I asked, climbing into the passenger seat.
“I have a doctor appointment, and then we can stop and get some lunch. They’re having a shoe sale at Shoe World today. I need a new pair of pumps. The heel on my blue pair gave out the other day.”
Celeste had more shoes than I had clothes. I figured it would be best not to mention that or she’d go into a lecture about how a woman needed shoes to match every outfit and every occasion.
Really, I had no idea where she kept all her clothes and shoes. Celeste still lived with her parents, who were elderly on account of her being a late life surprise for the Tafoyas.
Doctor Bruce Neely’s office was located in the new professional building near the Dreamland Junction Hospital. Celeste and I had the same doctor, but I wasn’t due for my checkup for months, which made me wonder why she was going in early. We usually scheduled for about the same time.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
Celeste shook her head. “Just been feeling a little off lately.”
I wasn’t real fond of doctor appointments. It always seemed like I spent more time in the waiting room than I did with the doctor.
Why couldn’t they actually see you at the time of your appointment? It didn’t seem right that they could refuse to see you and still charge you for the appointment when you were late, but could keep you waiting.
I settled in the waiting room with a magazine, expecting I’d be there for a good hour. To my surprise Celeste was back in twenty minutes, looking like she’d just had a run in with a spook.
Alarmed, I dropped the magazine and stood. “Is everything okay?”
Shaking her head, Celeste started for the door, motioning for me to follow her.
“I’m pregnant!” she cried, as soon as we were outside.
My mouth fell open. I was expecting her to say just about anything except that.
After the shock wore off, I hugged her. “Well that’s not the end of the world. Hey … you’re going to have a baby!”
Again she shook her head. “You don’t understand. I can’t be pregnant.”
“Well that’s obviously not true. That’s what happens when you do the funky monkey without protection,” I pointed out.
“No … I really can’t be pregnant,” she insisted. “I haven’t been with Kevin, or anyone in over three months.”
Kevin Reed and Celeste had been a hot item during high school, and they still saw each other on and off.
“Well apparently the last time you were with him, you got pregnant.”
“I’ve had two periods since then,” she said, leaning up against her jeep. “It’s just my last period I missed.”
“That’s not that unusual. Some people still have periods in the beginning of their pregnancy.” I tried to comfort her.
She was really shaken up about being pregnant. Not that I blamed her, but I didn’t think there was anything all that sinister about it either.
“Damn it girl! You’re not getting this at all.” Celeste frowned. “I’m only three weeks pregnant, according the ultrasound Doctor Neely just did.”
Okay, she had me there. I couldn’t explain that one, but I had to try. “Obviously its wrong. I bet the next time you go in they are going to get it right
Just like Spencer, I’d known Celeste Tafoya since kindergarten. The three of us had been inseparable while growing up. These days we didn’t see as much of each other, but were still just as close.
Celeste was one of those small, dainty Spanish girls that made you wonder how the hell she managed to find anything to wear outside the junior section of the clothing stores. She might have been small, but she had an attitude that put mine to shame. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good person, but she didn’t take crap from anyone. I figured she needed the bad attitude to compensate for her lack of stature.
I was waiting for her on my deck when she drove up in her pride and joy, a red Jeep Wrangler.
“So what’s on the agenda?” I asked, climbing into the passenger seat.
“I have a doctor appointment, and then we can stop and get some lunch. They’re having a shoe sale at Shoe World today. I need a new pair of pumps. The heel on my blue pair gave out the other day.”
Celeste had more shoes than I had clothes. I figured it would be best not to mention that or she’d go into a lecture about how a woman needed shoes to match every outfit and every occasion.
Really, I had no idea where she kept all her clothes and shoes. Celeste still lived with her parents, who were elderly on account of her being a late life surprise for the Tafoyas.
Doctor Bruce Neely’s office was located in the new professional building near the Dreamland Junction Hospital. Celeste and I had the same doctor, but I wasn’t due for my checkup for months, which made me wonder why she was going in early. We usually scheduled for about the same time.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
Celeste shook her head. “Just been feeling a little off lately.”
I wasn’t real fond of doctor appointments. It always seemed like I spent more time in the waiting room than I did with the doctor.
Why couldn’t they actually see you at the time of your appointment? It didn’t seem right that they could refuse to see you and still charge you for the appointment when you were late, but could keep you waiting.
I settled in the waiting room with a magazine, expecting I’d be there for a good hour. To my surprise Celeste was back in twenty minutes, looking like she’d just had a run in with a spook.
Alarmed, I dropped the magazine and stood. “Is everything okay?”
Shaking her head, Celeste started for the door, motioning for me to follow her.
“I’m pregnant!” she cried, as soon as we were outside.
My mouth fell open. I was expecting her to say just about anything except that.
After the shock wore off, I hugged her. “Well that’s not the end of the world. Hey … you’re going to have a baby!”
Again she shook her head. “You don’t understand. I can’t be pregnant.”
“Well that’s obviously not true. That’s what happens when you do the funky monkey without protection,” I pointed out.
“No … I really can’t be pregnant,” she insisted. “I haven’t been with Kevin, or anyone in over three months.”
Kevin Reed and Celeste had been a hot item during high school, and they still saw each other on and off.
“Well apparently the last time you were with him, you got pregnant.”
“I’ve had two periods since then,” she said, leaning up against her jeep. “It’s just my last period I missed.”
“That’s not that unusual. Some people still have periods in the beginning of their pregnancy.” I tried to comfort her.
She was really shaken up about being pregnant. Not that I blamed her, but I didn’t think there was anything all that sinister about it either.
“Damn it girl! You’re not getting this at all.” Celeste frowned. “I’m only three weeks pregnant, according the ultrasound Doctor Neely just did.”
Okay, she had me there. I couldn’t explain that one, but I had to try. “Obviously its wrong. I bet the next time you go in they are going to get it right