Twenty minutes later, Maggie let herself into the house with a plastic grocery bag on one arm.
Selene sprawled on the couch in her pajamas, her head resting wearily on her arm. Sammy, alarmed by her illness, sat on her lap. She petted his soft fur.
“Can you please arm the alarm?” Selene asked her friend.
“I did on the way in. Haven't they caught your peeper yet?”
“Not yet. What was the idea you mentioned on the phone?”
“Right.” Maggie rummaged inside the bag.” Now, this is going to sound weird, but trust me, okay? Here. Take this box. Here's a Dixie cup. I need you to pee in it. The instructions for what to do next are on the box.”
Selene looked at the pink box in her hand. She raised her eyes to her friend's. “Maggie, I'm not pregnant.”
“Are you sure? Is it impossible?”
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