"I can't thank you enough for coming out," the Ant said. Again. To Laura.
"It was our pleasure, Mrs. Taylor. Your son is adorable."
The Ant looked doubtfully at the monitor, which occasionally vibrated with Baby Jon's snores. "It's... it's nice of you to say so. I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"He's darling!" Laura exclaimed, brushing spit-up off her shoulder.
"Yeah, a laugh a minute," I grumped. "And I'm busy tomorrow, so don't even think about it."
"I'm free," Laura piped up.
"That's all right, girls. My fund-raiser was postponed, anyway. And Freddy can come over then, anyway."
"Freddy?" I asked sharply. "Hooked-on-her-migraine-medication Freddy?"
"She's not hooked," the Ant, no stranger to substance abuse, insisted. "She just has a lot of migraines."
"I don't care if she has a lot of brain tumors! She's not watching Baby Jon!"
"It's not up to you," the Ant snapped. Then, "Who?"
"When is your meeting?" Laura interjected quickly. "I'm sure we can work something out."
The Ant puffed a strand of hair out of her face, which didn't move. "Laura, I appreciate that you are trying to do your best, but there's nothing to work out. I'll be the one to decide what's best for the baby."
I got ready to pull her head off her shoulders and kick it up the stairs, a grisly surprise for my dad if he ever got back, when Laura asked, "Like you decided before?"
Whoa.
"What?" the Ant asked.
"What?" I warned, frozen in the act of reaching for the Ant's tiny head.
"The baby. From before. You decided what was best for her... that you couldn't take care of her."
"Now?" I asked my sister, who had apparently gone insane when I wasn't looking. "You're picking now to do this?" Rotten timing: a genetic legacy poor Laura couldn't escape.
"I don't-I don't-"
I dropped my arms to my sides. The Ant had a whole lot more to worry about right now than beheading by stepdaughter.
"It was a good choice," Laura added, "if it was the one that was best for you. Still, do you ever wonder what happened to her? Do you ever think about her?"
"No," the Ant said, looking right into Laura's incredible blue eyes. "I never think of her. Just like when you aren't here, I never think of you. That was a long time ago, and I never think about how when you wear your hair pulled up, you look like my mother. The way she looked when she liked us more than the bottle. I never think about that, and I never think about her, and I never, ever, ever think about you."
"Oh," Laura gulped, as I fought not to fall into the hall plant. She knew! She knew! And she never said anything! "I see."
"You're a real nice girl, Laura. I was happy to meet you. I'm always happy when you can come by. But it's late, and it's time for you to get out of here."
"Of-of course."
"A heart-stopping pleasure," I said, following Laura out the door. "Just like always. You jackass."
The Ant didn't say anything. Just stood in the doorway for a long time. Making sure the Driveway Killer didn't get us. Or making sure we really left.