This time, Shelby got down on her hands and knees. Patrick’s mother helped, too.
“Bingo!” My sister paused with the appropriate pamphlet in her hand. “There you go.”
“The woman on the front is pretty far along to be asking,” Rip commented, trying, I knew, to make my sister smile.
“Am I pregnant?” Shelby sat on the floor of the waiting room.
“Huh?” Rip got down there with her. “Are you?”
“Maybe.”
“You think?” Patrick’s mother’s smile was a lot like his.
“We’re in the perfect place to find out,” I said.
“We’re in the perfect place to find out,” Rip repeated.
“Whoa. Did you do that, Jefferson?”
“No, Goose, I did not. You two have a pretty good bond without me.”
“Should I?” Shelby asked. “I can wait…make an appointment with my own doctor. I could even pick up a home pregnancy test f
