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job you did today.”
    “Thank you,” she said as she turned toward Scott. “Hey, Uncle Scott.”
    “Hey, kiddo. Ready?”
    Angie rolled her eyes. “I got my license taken away, for like ever, because of yesterday’s stunt.”
    “I see. So your uncle is your chauffeur now?”
    “Exactly.”
    Sarah wanted to groan at the thought of ending her day with Scott Delano’s un-cheerful disposition.
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    Angie worked the next two weeks without complaint. She didn’t buck Sarah on anything she had her do, including cleaning the bathrooms, dusting and vacuuming the store, and every other mundane chore. Scott came in each evening with little or no comment. So why did he come in? He obviously didn’t want to bother having a conversation. But he came in each day to collect Angie.
    It wasn’t long before Sarah noticed the blonde dog that seemed to follow on Scott’s heels, in and out every day, waiting on the sidewalk while he was inside.
    Angie spied on Kelly the entire hour she was in the shop visiting Sarah. It was adorable the way Angie lurked around staring in awe at Kelly. She again was modeling her wedding dress, and all the while, Angie stood there with her jaw open. She seemed to remember herself and got busy pretending she was working, until she suddenly bent over unnaturally.
    Sarah rushed over. “Angie, what’s wrong?”
    “I don’t know. I have a stitch.”
    “Where?”
    “My stomach. There, it’s receding.”
    Angie straightened back up with a small smile of embarrassment. Sarah eyed her. “Angie, how far along are you?”
    “I don’t know. I guess, like, six months or something.”
    “Oh.” Six months? Angie was six months along before anyone noticed? How could that be? “What do you mean you don’t know exactly? What does your doctor say?”
    “He doesn’t. I don’t have one.”
    “You haven’t seen a doctor yet? Even now that your mother knows?”
    Angie shook her head. The mop of pale hair fell back over her eyes.
    “Oh, sweetie. You need a doctor. You need prenatal care.”
    “I don’t know how.”
    “Well, I know how. Can I help you, Angie? Can I take you to the doctor?”
    Big eyes gazed at her through blonde hair. “You mean it? You’d do that?”
    “Yes, of course, I’ll do that.”
    “I would like that.”
    Sarah nodded. Angie went back to work while Sarah fumed inside. At Vanessa Peters. At Scott Delano. At this sixteen-year-old, pregnant girl, not being taken to the doctor.
    By the time Scott Delano came into her store, Sarah had lost all pretense of staying out of it or being respectful. She was seething inside for Angie’s sake. When she noticed him opening the door, she stalked toward him. “You do realize that little girl in there is carrying a baby that her body isn’t ready to be carrying, don’t you? My God, you guys have known for over two weeks she’s pregnant, and you haven’t taken her to the doctor yet?”
    Scott stopped dead as the door shut behind him with a click. He glanced at her, his mouth set in a grim line. “Something on your mind, Sarah?”
    “You’re damn well right there is. Angie had a weird twinge in here today. Does she have a clue if that’s normal or not? No. She hasn’t spoken with a doctor or been told anything about being pregnant. She knows nothing, Mr. Delano. Nothing at all. And she’s an at-risk teenage pregnancy. What the hell is the matter with you? Take her to the doctor.”
    Scott stepped forward immediately. “Is Angie all right?”
    Sarah put her hands on her hips. “I guess so. How would I know? I’m not a doctor. I’ve never been pregnant.”
    He watched her. She stilled under his stare.
    “Why is it you’re acting like we did something to you?”
    Sarah took in a deep breath. “Why the hell didn’t her mother take her in for prenatal care? I don’t care how mad you two get, I offered to take her and she accepted. She was evidently relieved that at least someone cared about her well-being and not just their