Amber asked for the third time. “Eight o’clock,” Natalie answered patiently. “Okay. I should be able to pick you up but if not, Danielle for sure can,” Amber said. Natalie gave a small laugh. “And if Danielle gets struck by lightening or eats a poisoned apple and can’t make it, Alice for sure, for sure can,” she said, finishing her friend’s thought for her. Amber’s rueful chuckle crackled through Natalie’s cellphone. “God, I must sound like a babbling idiot. I swear, this pregnancy is making me dumber every week.” Natalie shook her head in understanding. “It’s all perfectly understandable, Am. It’s normal.” “I just want to make sure you’ll make it,”
