screen: Jillian. I took a deep breath to psych myself up for the call. âHello, Jillian. Whatâs going on?â
âAbs,â she said in a chiding tone, âknow what I learned today? That Dr. Baybee has a word for people like you.â
âPeople like me? What did I do?â
âItâs not what you
did
; itâs what youâre
not
doing.
â
âOkay, Iâll bite. What am I not doing?â
âYouâre not supporting my intention to rehearse my pregnancy. Youâre what is known in the industry as a non-supportress. A
non-supportress,
Abs.â
âIâm a non-supportress,â I said to Marco.
âSounds like a bad mattress,â he said.
âDo you know what having a non-supportress around a pregnant woman can result in?â Jillian asked.
âNo, but Iâm sure youâll tell me.â
âGastric distress and depression.
Depression,
Abs! Does that ring a bell?â
More like the scrape of nails down a blackboard.
âWhat Dr. Baybee is saying is that itâs not hormones causing my problems, Abby Knight. Itâs you.â
âSo what can I do to help you, Jillian?â
âEmbrace the ball. Thatâs what Dr. Baybee says.â
âWhat does that even mean?â
âPretend that the ball is a real baby growing in my womb. Thatâs all. See how simple that is?â
I had no choice but to say yes or those nails would just keep on scraping that blackboard. âFine, Jillian. Iâll embrace the ball. Does that make me a supportress?â
âWait.â
I could hear pages turning; then she said, âNow youâre an embracer.â
âIâm relieved.â
âOkay, thatâs all I wanted,â Jillian said happily, and hung up.
âWhat was that about?â Marco asked, as he pulled up in front of Bloomers.
âJillian thinks that Iâm the cause of her depression because I wasnât supporting her pregnancy rehearsal, and do you really want to hear this story? If you do, Iâll fill you in at dinner. We are having dinner together, arenât we?â
âUm,â he said, âlet me get back to you on that.â
I hadnât imagined
that
pause.
Gripping the door handle, I stopped to glance over at him. Heâd get
back
to me? I felt like one of his beer reps. But Marco was checking his cell phone for messages and didnât even notice, so I got out of the car and shut the door. âSee you,â I said through the open window, leaving off the word
later.
âOkay, babe,â he replied without looking up.
I waited on the sidewalk outside the flower shop until he pulled away, hoping for a wave. He never even looked over.
C HAPTER S EVEN
B ack inside Bloomers, the coffee-and-tea parlor was filled with customers, which was great to see, since the front shop was empty. Lottie was using the time to dust the shelves while Grace handled the parlor with her usual aplomb.
âHey, sweetie. Howâd it go at the shelter? Did you have time to get everyone interviewed? And why is there a wrinkle between your eyebrows?â
âBecause I inherited this stupid wrinkle from my mom, and Iâm not happy about it.â
âSeriously, Abby,â Lottie said, coming toward me. âDid something happen? You look concerned.â
âNothing happened, per se, but I think Marco might beââI shrugged a shoulder to show that it wasnât a big deal, which was a bald-faced lieââkeeping things from me.â
âWhat kind of things?â
âBusiness problems maybe? Or personal? I donât know, but whatever problems heâs having, heâs not sharing, Lottie, and that hurts. Doesnât he trust me?â
Lottie guffawed, just the kind of reaction I was hoping for. âSweetie, that man is crazy about you. Whatâs he doing that makes you think heâs keeping things from you?â
âLately he seems