ANGIE SPUN IN A HAPPY circle in front of the mirror. “I look like a purple tulip!” She ran her hands over the long column of her dress, lingering over the tiny roundness at her belly. Pleasance glanced at Nita and the pretty redhead’s eyes sparkled with humor. She winked and Pleasance smiled back. Angie thought she was fooling them, but everyone in the family already knew her secret. It was all Pleasance could do to keep from grabbing her into a big hug and telling her how excited she was to have a future niece or nephew.
Everyone had their part in the secret. Wanda Honeybun said a prayer every morning that the child would be healthy and strong. Her husband paced happily when nobody was looking, secretly hoping for a boy. A practicing Wiccan, Bella had performed regular protection spells
