loved to talk to her, but by my calculations it was already past midnight in Paris.

Then I dialed both Sara and Evelyn and left messages, hoping that they might have some answers about Alan. As soon as I hung up, Laurie began to cry. I picked her up off the playmat and found her soaked through.

Poor little monkey! What was going on with the leaky diapers?

Was it time for the next size already?

I made my way to the nursery to change her but the ringing phone interrupted my route. Turning from the nursery, I walked back to the living room and picked up the cordless.

“Kate! Where have you been?” Mother shouted on the line.

“I took Laurie to coffee.”

“She’s not old enough to have coffee!” Mother shrieked.

“Not her. Me. She just came along for the company.”

“Oh!” Mom yelled.

“Why are you yelling?”

“I’m not yelling!” Mom shouted.

“Yes, you are,” I said, elevating my tone to match hers. This caused Laurie to squirm in my arms.

“Am I? I just want to be sure you can hear me.”

Laurie started to whimper.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to hear you?”

“I’m on my new cell phone!” Mom said.

“You got a cell? For what?”

I’d been telling my mother for years to get a mobile phone, but her reply was always the same—she didn’t need one.

She laughed. “Well, I want Hank and Albert to be able to reach me.”

“My mom, the female Casanova!”

“A regular man-eater,” Mom giggled. “Oh. I wanted to talk to you about Thanksgiving. Should we have it at my place?”

Normally, we had Thanksgiving at my house. Jim did a mean turkey. He put the effort in to brine it, and it paid off every year. We started hosting as soon as we bought our house because Mom’s poor turkey was always dry.

“Uh. Your place? No, no! We can do it here, like usual.”

“Yes, but Laurie is so small and Thanksgiving is so much work. It might be easier to do it here.”

I recalled the last year Mom had hosted, she had barred me from entering the kitchen and in an accusatory manner had said, “You’re going to tell me the turkey is dry.”

When I had asked, “Why would I say that?”

She had replied, “Because the turkey is dry.”

I wrestled for an inoffensive way to decline Mom’s invite. “I’m sure Jim wants to do it here. He loves hosting Thanksgiving. It’s our favorite holiday.” And before she could get a word in edgewise, I said, “How are you going to juggle it though with Hank and Albert? Who are you going to invite?”

Mom laughed. “Oh, see I got lucky on that one. Hank is flying back East to join one of his daughters. So I’m free to ask Albert.”

“Great. Ask him to join us here, what, around four P.M.?”

Laurie’s whimper turned into a howl.

“I have to go, Mom, Laurie is completely soaked.”

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get back from the Mexican Riviera.”

“What? Wait. I thought you weren’t going until the fifteenth!”

“I’m not but that’s the day after tomorrow and I need to pack and have my beauty rest before I go.”

“The fifteenth. Wow. Time flies. My little mongoose will be two months on the nineteenth.”

“I’ll bring her back some maracas.”

Had two months almost passed? I kissed Laurie’s soft fuzzy head, then changed her diaper and pulled the child development book off my shelf. I quickly turned to the chapter on the second month. I skimmed through it, realizing I was holding my breath.

A box entitled “May Possibly” stated that holding the head up at a 90-degree angle was something an infant may possibly do at 2 ź months. So about 10 weeks.

Yeah. Laurie wasn’t behind!

I was a success as a mom!

My squirrel was right on track. I did a little jig with Laurie.

I held her up and positioned her so her face was looking down at me and her legs were tilting up.

“You’re right on track, bunny girl. Practically a genius!”

She gave me the “scary eye” look, irises pointing down with the whites of the eyes towering above.

I hugged her to me. “Okay, you’re practically a genius but not when you give me that look. Let’s go on a stakeout! You can use your supergroovy eyes and help mommy see any monkey business.”

It was almost four thirty. I would have to hightail it out of the house in order to catch Alan leaving his office.

I packed Laurie into the car along with plenty of diapers, a change of clothes in case her diaper leaked again, and water