I raised my eyes from the menu and looked across the booth to Danielle. She numbly stared back. “How late?” I asked. “Two weeks.” “I’ve been late before.” I scanned the menu. “I threw up yesterday…and this morning.” Her usually animated voice was flat. I sucked in my breath and set the menu on the table. “Who? How?” “Seriously?” “I mean I know…how…but, you know?” “Shane of course. Must have been when we were at Piper’s party. That’s the last time I was with him.” “But I thought Shane…” I glanced around the diner. I could feel my cheeks warming. I leaned forward and whispered, “Pulled out.” “Pulled out and passed out,” hissed Danielle shaking her head. She slowly stirred Sweet and Low into her glass of iced tea with the straw.
