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afternoon of baby stores!”
    Lizbeth went
to hug her once again while Diandra was leaning in to place a kiss of thanks on
Lizbeth's cheek. The movement caused her lips to touch Lizbeth's, and the
reaction was instantaneous. Diandra froze, unable to believe it had happened.
Lizbeth, however, ignited under that chaste touch of lips. It was as though she
had been given something she had been desperately seeking.
    Diandra pulled
away as though burned and jumped up off the loveseat, tears rolling freely down
her cheeks. “No,” she said simply. “Just... I can't... just no .”
Then she fled upstairs, leaving Lizbeth staring after her, a mix of sorrow and
confusion on her face. Outside, a fearsome growling came from the bushes, but
neither of them heard.

 
Chapter Five
     
    Diandra
wavered back on forth all week, debating on whether or not she should cancel
her prenatal examination. When she wasn't pondering that, she was wondering
whether or not to respond to Lizbeth's messages, or at least answer the phone
the next time she called. However, each time she made the decision to speak
with Lizbeth she chickened out. The phone went unanswered, the calls weren't
returned. Still, she drew the line at canceling the appointment. After all, that wasn't just about her, but the health and well-being of her baby.
    On Tuesday
morning Diandra dressed in a gray wool skirt with a periwinkle blue long
sleeved tee shirt. She debated over earrings and how to wear her hair. Finally,
realizing she was being ridiculous, she skipped the earrings and left her hair
down. Her only jewelry was her diamond- studded white gold wedding band that
she wasn't ready to take off just yet. She grabbed the keys to the Lexus- she
really needed to make arrangements to sell this car, she thought absently- and
headed off to the obstetrician's office.
    The whole way
there she couldn't get her mind off the innocent but unintended kiss she and
Lizbeth had shared. Was it her imagination or did Lizbeth really respond?
Diandra had feelings for her, but they weren't that kind of feelings.
She had never been into women. She was a recent widow, for God's sake! Diandra
decided it must have been her imagination. After all, what else could it be?
    Arriving at
the doctor's office fifteen minutes early, Diandra parked right out front and
took a few deep, calming breaths before going inside. She checked to make sure
her insurance cards were in her wallet, and locked the doors to the Lexus
before dropping the keys in her purse and opening the office door. She walked
into the waiting room and over to the desk to sign in and get the paperwork she
needed to fill out. She turned around to find a space to sit down and wait for
her name to be called then froze where she stood, clipboard forgotten in her
hand. In one of the chairs in the corner, Lizbeth sat smiling. Giving in to the
inevitable, Diandra sat in the chair next to her. “What are you doing here?”
she hissed.
    “You wouldn't
answer my calls so I came anyway. I told you that you wouldn't have to go
through this alone.” Lizbeth reached for her hand, and then shrugged when it
was hastily pulled out of reach. “I'm your friend, Diandra, and I'll be here
for you. We can skip our plans for the rest of the day but you are not doing
this by yourself.”
    Diandra
started to argue but gave up when a cheerful nurse called her name. She stalked
down the hallway to an exam room, keenly aware of Lizbeth behind her. She bit
back an oath as the nurse gestured for her to take off her shoes and get on the
scale. She set down her purse on a nearby scale, blushed a little in
embarrassment at having to be weighed, and did what she was told.
    Diandra
refused to acknowledge Lizbeth while the nurse weighed her, took her blood
pressure, and jotted down notes about her medical history. She took the gown
from the nurse and went to change in the adjoining bathroom, leaving a urine
sample on the sink's edge. She reentered the exam room, hopped up