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  The truth was she didnt belong anywhere.

  LAUREN RETURNED TO CLASS AND WENT THROUGH THE motions of high school. She took notes and filled out her daily planner with upcoming assignments and talked to her classmates. Once or twice she even smiled, but inside, she felt cold. An unfamiliar anger was spreading through her blood.

  David had promised to keep their secret. He knew-- they knew--it would get out sooner or later, of course, but not yet. She wasnt ready to face the questions and gossip.

  By lunchtime, shed gone beyond anger. She was pissed. She ignored their friends and strode across campus to the weight room. He was there with his football buddies. Amid the clunking of weights and the huffing of exertion, they were talking and laughing.

  When she stepped into the room, it fell silent.

  Damn you, David.

  She felt her cheeks heat up. "Hey," she said, trying to sound normal, as if she were just another high school girl instead of a ruined one.

  David slowly sat up. The way he looked at her made it difficult to breathe. "Bye, guys. "

  No one answered him.

  In silence, she and David walked across the campus and out to the football field. It was a cold, crisp day, with a layer of frost glittering on the grass. The air smelled vaguely of apples.

  "How could you do it?" she said at last. Her voice was surprisingly soft. Shed expected to scream the question at him, maybe hit him for emphasis, but now that she was here, she was icy cold and afraid.

  He took her hand and led her to the bleachers. They sat down on the cold, hard seat. He didnt put his arm around her. Instead, he stared out at the grassy field and sighed.

  "You promised," she said again, louder this time, her voice shrill. "And Coach Tripp. Everyone knows he has a big mouth. Didnt you think--"

  "My dad wont talk to me anymore. "

  Lauren frowned. "But . . . " She didnt know how to finish her sentence.

  "He said Im a stupid idiot. No. A fucking idiot. Those were his exact words. " Davids breath floated out in pale clouds.

  She lost her anger; just like that it was gone. Something inside her seemed to fold inward. She touched his thigh and leaned against him. For all the years shed known him, hed been trying to get his fathers attention. It was one of the things they had in common. A parent who didnt seem to love you enough.

  The Speedster was Davids pride and joy not because it was the envy of other boys or because girls loved it. He cared about the car because his father loved it. What David cared about were the hours spent in the garage with his dad. There--and only there, it seemed--theyd talked.

  "He wont even work on the car. He says theres no point in fixing up wheels for a kid whos going nowhere. " He finally looked at Lauren. "I needed to talk to someone. A guy. "

  How could she not understand that? This was a time of almost unbearable loneliness. She slipped her hand in his. "Its okay. Im sorry I yelled at you. "

  "Im sorry I told him. I thought hed keep quiet. "

  "I know. " They fell silent again, each staring out at the field. Finally Lauren said, "At least we have each other. "

  Softly, in a voice that held no confidence, he said, "Yeah. "

  WHEN LAUREN GOT HOME, MRS. MAUK WAS WAITING for her on the front step. By the time Lauren saw her, it was too late to turn around.

  "Lauren," she said, sighing heavily. "I went to see your mom at work today. "

  "Oh? Did you catch her?"

  "You know I didnt. Her boss said shed quit. Left town. "

  Lauren sagged beneath the weight of those two words. "Yeah. Im going to get a full-time job. I promise--"

  "I cant do it, kiddo," she said, and though Lauren could see she didnt like this news, she broke it anyway. "You cant afford this place by yourself. My boss is already tired of your moms late payments. He wants me to evict you guys. "

  "Please, dont. "

  Mrs. Mauks fleshy face folded into a sad look. "I wish I could help you. Im so sorry. " She slowly turned and went inside. The busted screen door banged shut behind her.

  If one more person told Lauren they were sorry, she was going to scream.

  Not that it would do any good.

  She trudged up the stairs, walked into her apartment, and slammed the door shut.

  "Think, Lauren," she said, searching for her old self, the girl who could climb any mountain. "Think. "

  Someone knocked.

  No doubt Mrs. Mauk had forgotten to tell her that she needed to vacate the premises by tomorrow.

  She went to the door, yanked it open. "I cant--"

  There, standing in the gloomy darkness, was Angie.

  "Oh" was all Lauren managed to say.

  "Hello, Lauren. " Angie smiled, and there was a gentleness in it that caused Lauren a physical pain. "Maybe youd like to invite me in. "

  Lauren imagined it: Angie Malone inside, walking on the smelly shag carpeting, sitting--no, not daring to sit--on the lopsided sofa, looking around the room. Making judgments, feeling sorry for Lauren. "No. Not really. " She crossed her arms, blocked the doorway with her body.

  "Lauren," Angie said sternly. It was the mother voice. Lauren was helpless to resist. She stepped aside.

  Angie eased past her and went inside.

  Lauren stumbled along beside her. It was impossible not to see the place through Angies eyes. Tawdry stucco walls stained from years of chain smoking; cloudy windows that revealed no view except the brick building next door. She couldnt possibly offer Angie a seat. "You . . . uh . . . want a Coke?" she offered nervously, moving from foot to foot. When she realized what she was doing--practically dancing the macarena, for heavens sake--she forced herself to stand still.

  To Laurens utter amazement, Angie sat down on the broken sofa. Not one of those Im-worried-aboutruining-my-clothes perches either. She sat. "I dont need a Coke, but thanks. "

  "About my job . . . "

  "Yes?"

  "I should have called. "

  "Yes, you should have. Why didnt you?"

  Lauren twisted her hands together. "Its been a bad week for me. "

  "Sit down, Lauren. "

  She didnt dare get too close to Angie. She was afraid one touch would make her cry. So she grabbed a chair from the dinette set and dragged it into the living room, then sat down.

  "I thought we were friends," Angie said.

  "We are. "

  "Youre in some kind of trouble, arent you?"

  "Yes. "

  "What can I do to help?"

  That was all it took. Lauren burst into tears. "N-nothing. Its too late. "

  Angie left the sofa and went to Lauren, taking her in her arms and pulling her up from the chair. Laurens sobs grew louder. Angie stroked her back and hair, said, "Itll be okay," about a dozen times.

  "No, it wont," Lauren said miserably when the tears eased. "My mom dumped me. "

  "Dumped you?"

  "She ran off with a guy named Jake Morrow. "

  "Oh, honey. Shell be back--"

  "No," Lauren said quietly. The surprising thing was how much it hurt to admit. After all the years of knowing how little her mother loved her, still it wounded her. "And Mrs. Mauk says I cant stay here. How am I supposed to earn enough money to pay for my own apartment?" She looked down at the floor, then slowly up at Angie. "Thats not even the worst of it. "

  "Theres something worse than that?"

  Lauren took a deep breath. She hated to say these words to Angie, but what choice did she have? "Im pregnant. "

  TWENTY-THREE

  GOD HELP HER, ANGIES FIRST REACTION WAS ENVY. It stung her heart; she felt its poison begin to spread.

  "Nine weeks," Lauren said, looking miserable, and young.

  So desperately, impossibly young.

  Angie pushed her feelings aside. There would be time, late at night, she supposed, when she was vulnerable and lonely, to think about why the world was sometimes so unfair. She scooted backward and sat on the
coffee table. She needed some distance between them. Laurens pain was so palpable, Angie wanted to make it go away, but this wasnt one of those times. A hug wouldnt do it.

  She stared at Lauren. The girls red hair was a tangled mess, her round, puffy cheeks were paler than usual, and her brown eyes were steeped in sadness.

  If ever a girl was in need of mothering . . .

  No.

  "Did you tell your mother?" Angie asked.

  "Thats why she left. She said she raised one mistake and wouldnt do it again. "

  Angie sighed. It had, over the years of her infertility and losses, occurred to her often that motherhood was too random. Too many women that shouldnt raise a child were granted that gift, while others lived with arms that felt empty.

  "I tried to have an abortion. "

  "Tried?"

  "I thought Id just take care of the problem, you know? Be mature. But I couldnt do it. "

  "You should have come to me, Lauren. "

  "How could I come to you with this? I knew it would hurt you. And I didnt want you looking at me the way you are. "

  "Hows that?"

  "Like Im stupid. "

  Angie was drawn forward in spite of her best intentions. She tucked a stringy lock of hair behind Laurens ear. "Im not looking at you like that. Im sad and scared for you, thats all. "

  Laurens eyes filled slowly with tears. "I dont know what to do. David says hell bag Stanford and marry me, but it wont work. Hed start to hate me. I dont think I could stand that. "

  Angie wished there were some string of magic words that would ease this poor childs heart, but sometimes life backed you into a corner and there was no easy way out.

  Lauren wiped her eyes, sniffed, and sat up straighter. "I dont mean to dump all this on you. Im just scared. I dont know what to do, and now I have to find a new place to live. "

  "Its okay, Lauren. Take a deep breath. " Angie looked at her. "What do you want to do?"

  "Go back to October and use a condom. "

  Angie laughed, but it was sad and a little strained. "Do you and David want to keep the baby?"

  "How can I know something like that? I want . . . " She sagged deeper in her chair and bowed her head. Angie could tell that she was crying. She made almost no sound, as though shed learned to keep her tears inside. "Its my mess. I got myself into it; I have to get myself out of it. Maybe Mrs. Mauk will let me stay here for a while longer. "

  Angie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears of her own. Memories came at her hard--Lauren at Help-Your-Neighbor House, freezing cold, but asking for a coat for her mother . . . in the grocery store parking lot on a rainy night, pressing flyers on windshields . . . saying softly I cant go to the homecoming dance and then hugging Angie for something as simple as a borrowed dress and some makeup.

  Lauren was alone in the world. She was a good, responsible girl, and shed do the right thing or die trying, but how could a seventeen-year-old possibly find the right way on so treacherous a road? She would need help.

  Shes not your daughter, Angela.

  You be careful with this girl.

  It was good advice, and now, at this moment, Angie was terrified not to take it. Shed worked so hard to come out of the darkness of baby-wanting; how could she let herself slide backward? Could she stand by Lauren and watch her belly grow and grow? Could she survive the intimacies of another womans pregnancy-- the morning sickness, the dreams that expanded with every gained pound, the wonder in tiny words like: She kicked me . . . hes a little gymnast . . . here, touch my stomach . . .