SATURDAY
1
"I'll be fine, Mom," Vicky said as Gia gave her one last great big hug before releasing her to the camp-bound bus. "You're just having separation anxiety."
Gia had to laugh as she pushed her daughter back to arm's length. "I'm having what?"
"Separation anxiety. I read about it in the camp brochure."
"But you're supposed to have it, not me."
"I am. I'm worried you're going to cry when I leave."
"I won't. I promise."
Another kiss and a long hug-how she loved this little eight-year-old who sometimes acted forty-and then Gia backed up to stand with the other parents.
No tears, she told herself as she watched Vicky step up into the maw of the idling bus. It will only upset her.
She and Vicky had cabbed down to the pick-up spot by the UN Plaza, with Vicky doing most of the talking. A good thing, because Gia wasn't feeling so hot this morning. Her stomach felt queasy. Nerves because Vicky was leaving her, or something else?
Nerves, she'd told herself. Has to be.
Whatever the cause, the bumpy cab ride hadn't helped matters. She'd been very happy to listen to Vicky rattle on about how she couldn't wait to work with clay on the lathe at art camp this year, because she'd been too young last time.
Gia kept her emotions pretty well in hand until Vicky took a seat by a window and waved to her. Gia saw the dark hair she'd braided into a French twist this morning, saw that big smile and those sparkling blue eyes, and almost lost it. But she gamely forced a tremulous smile and blinked to keep the tears at bay.
What kind of a mother am I? She's only eight and I'm sending her off to stay with strangers for a week. I must be crazy!
But Vicky so loved art camp. She'd tried it for a few days last year and this time pleaded to stay for a week. Gia knew she had talent and wanted to give her every opportunity to nurture it.
But a whole week away in the Catskills... that was forever.
The door closed, the engine gunned, and the bus moved off. Gia waved till it was out of sight, then allowed herself the luxury of a few tears and sniffles. She looked around and noticed she wasn't the only one with moist eyes on this sultry summer morning.
She decided to walk back. It wasn't far and the exercise would do her good.
Besides... she had a stop to make along the way.
Half an hour later Gia stood at the antique white porcelain sink in the upstairs bathroom and stared at her third pregnancy test in fifteen minutes.
Negative. Just like the other two.
But she felt pregnant. That was why she'd stopped and picked up three different brands of home test kits, just to be sure.
They all told her the same thing, but that didn't change how she felt.
The phone rang. Thoughts of a bus accident, Vicky hurt, flashed through her mind and she snatched it up.
"Gia!" said a familiar woman's voice. "It's me, Junie!" She sounded excited, all but burbling.
"Oh, hi. Did you find-?"
"That's why I'm calling! When I got in last night I went straight to the big blue vase by the door and turned it upside down. Want to guess what dropped out?"
"Don't tell me-your bracelet?"
"Yes!" She laughed. "Right where Ifasen said it would be! I couldn't believe it! I hardly go near that vase. I don't know how it got in there but I was so happy I cried. Isn't he just so amazing?"
Gia didn't respond, thinking about what Jack had said last night, how he'd explained Ifasen's billet-reading trick. All fine and good, but how could he explain this? Gia wouldn't buy that it was an educated guess like when Ifasen told her she'd have...
Oh, God! He'd said she'd have two children... and here she was, feeling pregnant.
"Hey, Gia," Junie said. "You still there?"
"What? Oh, yes. Still here. I'm just wondering how this can be possible. How could he have known something like that?"
"He didn't. The spirits did. They told him, and then he passed it on to me. Pretty simple, don'tcha think?"
"Hmmm," Gia said. She felt a crawly sensation in her stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. "Right. Simple."
She ended the call as quickly as possible without being rude, then wandered to a front window and stared out. Her eyes fixed on the townhouses across the square from hers without really seeing them.
Maybe that was all this was... the power of suggestion. She'd screwed up her pills, a psychic said she'll have two children, and then her subconscious went to work, making her feel pregnant.
The tests-three of them, no less-said otherwise.
But home kits weren't all that accurate in the very early stages of a pregnancy. The labels did warn about false negatives.
A blood test... that was supposed to be extremely accurate, positive within days of conception.
She found her Daytimer and looked up her gynecologist's number. No way Gia expected Dr. Eagleton to see her on a Saturday, but no reason she couldn't order the test for her, maybe at someplace like Beth Israel, and Gia could run up there, have her blood drawn, and wait for the results.
Yes, she thought, punching in the number. Let's get this settled once and for all.
As much as Gia loved Jack, she did not want to be pregnant.