BY EIGHT O’CLOCK, LIL was as ready as she would ever be. She still hadn’t told Trevor that she was pregnant, and she was beginning to show slightly. She had gone to her second prenatal exam and was doing fine. So was the baby. She wanted so badly to have Trevor come along with her, but still she had avoided telling him. She was scum. No, she was worse than scum; she was a liar.
Tucking away her guilt for the moment, she gave herself a quick check in the mirror. She looked like a completely different woman. After she’d finished work, she went to the cosmetics department and had her friend Brenda paint up her face. She looked pretty good, although she was afraid to laugh or smile for fear of cracking the layer of goop all over her face.
She had bought a pair of heels and thigh-high stockin
