Because of my appointment with the ob-gyn — and because it was supposed to be almost ninety in Jerome, compared to the upper seventies in Flagstaff — we’d already decided to stay at Connor’s place for the long weekend. Besides, I figured it would give me a chance to do some shopping in town and start putting together a wardrobe to accommodate my waistline, which I guessed was going to start expanding any day now.
Between shopping and going out to eat so I could keep the twins properly supplied with nutrients, I didn’t stop to think much about Marie’s disappearance, even though I knew Connor kept trying to get in touch with her. Several times I’d been tempted to call Sydney and tell her about the twins, but Connor and I had made a sort of unspoken agreement not to tell anyone quite yet. At
