Chapter Seventeen
I debated between going to the Planned Parenthood in Flagstaff or the one over in Prescott, then decided there was less chance of running into anyone I knew over Prescott way. True, it had been years since I’d gone to college or lived in Flagstaff, but you never knew. And there was no way I was going to my regular G.P., Lisa Michaels, for this. If it turned out I really was pregnant and not just having a screaming case of the heebie-jeebies, I’d figure out what to do then, but in the meantime, I wanted to keep things as much on the down-low as possible.
So I got in my car and headed out at roughly nine the next morning, after asking Kiki if she could watch the store until I got back. Of course, I didn’t say where I was going or why, but Kiki somehow seemed to sense that
