“Hey Daddy-o,” I said.
“Hey, sweetie pie.”
His voice was soft and mushy. My Dad wasn’t a soft and mushy type of guy.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Kitty Sue called. If it’s a boy, you gotta name him after your Grandpa Herbert. I promised him if your mother and I had a boy, we’d do it and we never got ‘round to it so it’s up to you.”
I was sitting frozen to the spot, like a statue.
“Indy?”
I stayed silent.
“Okay, you can use Herbert as a middle name.”
“I’m not pregnant!” I shouted and everyone looked at me.
“Then why’d Kitty Sue call me asking me to your baby shower? Though, I’m not into this co-ed baby shower shit. I’ll send a gift.”
“I’m not pregnant!” I repeated.
“You’re not?”
Man, this was embarrassing.
“I’ll call you later.”
I flipped the phone shut and glared at Ally. “You called Kitty Sue.”
“No I didn’t,” she replied.
Duke was edging to the door.
“Duke!” I yelled.
“Gotta go see a man about a…” he started.
“Stop right there! Did you call Kitty Sue?”
He turned to me. “Nope.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you say anything to Dolores?”
He scratched under his bandanna. “I might have mentioned it.”
I flopped my head down on my crossed arms on the book counter.
My life was shit.
I looked up and in the general direction of where one of Lee’s hidden cameras had to be and talked direct to Command Headquarters.
“Lee! Your mother is planning a baby shower. Call her!”
I grabbed my purse, threw my phone in it, stormed around the counter and pointed at Eddie. “You! Macho man! Come with me,” and out the door I went.
I was flipping and flopping down the block, double time. Eddie caught up to me and grabbed a handful of my belt and the waistband of my jeans, forcing me to a stop.