arenât tall. Annette? No. Thatâs a short name, and you arenât short.â He glanced at her, a smile widening his lips. âYou are just right.â
She looked away.
âYou arenât blond like a Jennifer, or made up like a Jessica. You donât look smart like a Melissa, or lazy like a Megan. Am I right so far?â
âYouâre right so far,â Didi said faintly.
He tapped on the steering wheel. âIâm having fun here. Right. This is tons better than working at some pathetic little job for a few bucks.â
I knew it. He wants money, thought Didi.
He seemed to be enjoying himself. He was smiling and looked as if he hadnât a care in the world. The tension was gone, though he still kept both hands conscientiously on the wheel. âHey, want to play a little game? Guess mine and then Iâll guess yours.â He almost giggled with delight.
âListen,â Didi said. âIâd love to play, but do you think we can get a drink somewhere first?â She thought that stopping would be preferable to being stuck in the car with him. There would be people, she might be able to get away, call for help, anything but sit in the car and sweat.
The manâs smile dimmed a little. âWhat? And have you perform one of your little antics again? Youâre dangerous enough in a moving car. No, Iâm going to take you to a safe place. Now guess my name.â He paused. âTell you what.â The smile returned. âIf you guess my name in three tries, Iâll stop and get you a drink. Donât want to dehydrate a pregnant woman, do I?â His hand reached out toâoh my God, what was he doing? Was he thinking of touching the Belly? Didi was sitting too far away or he reconsidered, because he put his hand back on the wheel. âNo, no, we certainly donât. But you have to play a part in quenching your own thirst. Is that fair?â
Is that fair? she thought. Up to one oâclock, the un-fairest part of today had been the doctor telling Didi the baby might be too big and they might need to induce labor a little early to make sure there were no complications during delivery. And she remembered thinking to herself, God, itâs unfair, to be penalized for having a big baby.
âLetâs play,â said Didi.
3:45 P.M.
Rich felt like bashing his head against the nearest car. Whatâs happened to my wife? he thought, and then screamed. Screamed right in the middle of the Dillardâs parking lot.
âDidi!â he shouted, and her name echoed amid the Toyotas and the Hondas and the Fords. âDIDI!â
A couple walking by turned to look at him and then lowered their heads and sped up. Rich ran after them.
âHave you seen my wife?â he said fervently. âMy wife, five-seven, brown hair, brown eyes, very pregnant?â
They stared as if everything was not all right with him.
âPlease,â he said, in a lower, pleading voice. âMy wife. Very pregnant. Have you seen her?â
The woman took her husbandâs arm. âNo, sorry,â she said and tried to push past Rich. The man followed, casting a sympathetic look at him. The man understood. But the woman shot him a frightened sneer; she must have thought Rich was crazy.
Clutching the pretzel bag, Rich ran inside the mall, heading straight for the Freshens Yogurt stand. As he ran, he was thinking that perhaps Didi had been walking to the car, dropped the bag by accident, thought of something sheâd forgotten to buy, and gone back to the mall. But he knew that made no sense. She went back and didnât call him? Her phone had been on, her voice whispering âRich,â when he dialed her number. She could have called him. But she hadnât called him. She hadnât got into an accident. The car was in the parking lot. Didi wasnât calling because she couldnât call, and the proof was in his hands.
A girl stood behind the
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