Last Dance by Melody Carlson

Author:Melody Carlson [Melody Carlson ]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780310429500
Publisher: Zondervan

11

“I DON’T REALLY WISH TO DISCUSS THIS,” Grandmother said firmly.

DJ had just asked why Mrs. Wilton had refused to allow Eliza to come back to Crescent Cove. “But it makes no sense.”

“Perhaps it doesn’t make sense to you, DJ, but it probably makes perfect sense to Mrs. Wilton…and to me.”

“But what about prom and the fashion show and graduation?” DJ persisted. “Eliza will miss out on everything.”

“It might be for the best.”

“I can’t believe you actually think that.” DJ studied her grandmother. She was stretched out on her lounge chair with a copy of Vogue in her lap. “I thought you cared about Eliza.”

The magazine slipped to the floor as Grandmother stood. “I do care about Eliza.” She walked over to the window, her back to DJ.

“Then why won’t you help her?”

Grandmother didn’t answer.

“Did you even call her mother? Did you really try—”

“Desiree!” Grandmother turned and faced DJ with a withering look.

“But I—”

“Enough!” Grandmother went over to her bureau and jerked open a drawer. DJ wasn’t sure whether to run or wait. Then Grandmother turned around with what appeared to be a Walgreen’s bag in her hand. She held it out to DJ.

DJ took the bag and looked inside to see what appeared to be a used home pregnancy test. “Huh?”

“Inez gave this to me before I called Mrs. Wilton.”

DJ closed the bag and pushed it back toward her grandmother. “I don’t get it.”

“Inez found it in Eliza and Rhiannon’s bathroom trash can.”

“Really?” DJ was stunned.

“Yes. I asked Rhiannon if it was hers.”

“And she said no?”

Grandmother nodded with a somber expression.

“So you assumed it’s Eliza’s?”

“Who else?”

DJ didn’t know what to say.

“According to Inez, the test was positive.”

“Meaning?” DJ felt like she was on unstable ground here. Was it really possible that Eliza was pregnant too? How weird was that? Or was it more likely that Casey had ditched her home pregnancy kit in someone else’s trash can?

“It seems obvious, Desiree. Eliza is pregnant.”

“Did you ask her?”

“No…I haven’t spoken to Eliza.”

“How about her mother? Did you ask her?”

“No.” Grandmother looked appalled. “Do you seriously think I would ask Mrs. Wilton about something like this? I can only imagine what she must think of me…not only did her daughter suffer the…uh…the incident in Palm Beach, but now she’s pregnant as well.” Grandmother reached into her pocket to retrieve a handkerchief, and daubed her eyes with it. “I am so humiliated.”

“But it’s not your fault, Grandmother.”

“I was the one in charge here,” she said sadly. “This happened on my watch.”

DJ didn’t know what to say. But she had a strong suspicion the pregnancy kit did not belong to Eliza. “Can I use your phone?”

Grandmother looked puzzled. “Well, I don’t know…I suppose.”

DJ quickly called Eliza’s cell phone and, to her relief, Eliza answered.

After a brief initial exchange, DJ jumped right in. “I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Are you pregnant?”

“No, of course not! Good grief, DJ. Don’t you think I have enough problems? Being pregnant would really be the icing on the cake. Why would you even ask—”

“Sorry, but Grandmother was under the impression you were.

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