" I know" she replied, resignation in her voice. "Still, why don't YOU think so?" Well, Mom and Dad would have a shit-fit if you ever told them you we...e pregnant without being married. And they'd have a double shit-fit if they ever found out how you got that way." You mean who had gotten me that way." my sister said, giggling."You know what I mean. I wouldn't want either of us to have to go through that. And it wouldn't be easy being a single mother. It's not like we could marry each other, you. Our spheres of influence had barely intersected if at all. When she had left her job as a journalist to raise the kids I could almost feel the palpable resentment she harboured against me. No matter how much I tried to follow the textbook methods of supporting her, it was never enough. She had always been unable to forgive the fact that she felt trapped by our relationship; but we both now saw it as some sort of anger that my true potential wasn't being realised. She was still able to feel that. So here’s what happened. Like I said, she had spent the night in my daughter’s room. The next morning, we’d all made plans to go out to breakfast, so I went into the master bath to take a shower. My wife was downstairs talking to my daughter, so Kaeley couldn’t find her.Now I’ll admit that I hadn’t locked any of the doors to the master bedroom or the master bath. But I had closed them (okay, not completely; they were ajar). I figured that would be enough for our guest to refrain from wandering. "I think you just don'twant to be my friend anymore. So you're making up outrageous stories tocover the fact that you've moved on."I blinked, nearly falling backward. "Moving on. To whom?" Tabitha." She spoke the words as if they were completely and utterlytrue."What? Now that's just crazy." I pointed at the window, as if the blondein question were hanging around outside like some preppy vampire. "I can'teven stand Tabitha, Sarah. You know this."She mimicked me by crossing her arms over her own.