Leigh. Would she ever know
 
 the pleasure—or terror—of pregnancy?
 
 Does she have a DVD player?
 
 I bobbed my head. “Heather does.
 
 How about a Palm Pilot?”
 
 Great idea! Leigh’s so disorganized!
 
 The ice princess gently stroked
 
 my hair, and for one very scary instant…
 
 There’s the buzzer. More cookies?
 
 I verged on coming clean.
 
 I Opened My Mouth
 
 just as Scott rumbled
 
 through the door,
 
 winding down what
 
 I guessed must have
 
 been a very long ramble:
 
 … out-of-touch politicians …
 
 … the [email protected]#!*#@economy …
 
 … the next round of layoffs …
 
 … the boss’s decision to scale
 
 back raises and Christmas
 
 bonuses, despite signing
 
 off on his own 20% pay hike …
 
 So much for ho-ho-ho.
 
 So much for confessions.
 
 So much for answers.
 
 And then Mom made
 
 the mistake of turning
 
 on the radio as a weather
 
 forecaster announced