«I'm pro-choice because I've never been a fourteen-year-old incest victim pregnant by her father, or a woman who's going to die if the pregnancy continues, or a rape victim, or even a teenager who made a mistake. I want women to have choices, but I also believe that it's a life, especially once it's big enough to live outside the womb.»
«Once a Catholic, always a Catholic,» she said.
«Maybe, but you'd think being excommunicated would've cured me.» The Pope had declared that all animators — zombie raisers — were excommunicated until they repented their evil ways and stopped doing it. What His Holiness didn't seem to grasp is that raising the dead was a psychic ability, and if we didn't raise zombies for money on a regular basis, we'd eventually raise the dead by accident. I had accidentally raised a deceased pet as a child, and a suicidal teacher in college. I'd always wondered if there had been others that never found me. Maybe some of the accidental zombies that occasionally show up are the result of someone's psychic abilities gone wrong, or untrained. All I knew was that if the Pope had ever woken up as a child with his dead dog curled up in bed with him, he'd want the power controlled. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd believe that it was evil and he'd pray it into submission. My prayers just didn't have that kind of punch to them.
«You can't mean you'd actually have this… thing, baby, whatever.»
I sighed. «I don't know, but I do know that I could never just go away, get an abortion, and never tell my boyfriends. Never tell them that one of them might have made a child with me. I just couldn't do it.»
She was shaking her head so hard that her hair fell around her face, covered the upper half of it. She ran her hands through it sharply, like she was pulling on it. «I've tried to understand that you're happy living with not one, but two men. I've tried to understand that you love that vampire son of a bitch, somehow. I've tried, but if you actually breed… actually have a baby, I just don't get that. I won't be able to understand that.»
«Then don't, then go. If you can't deal, then go.»
«I didn't mean that. I just meant that I can't understand why you would complicate your life this way.»
«Complicate, yeah, I guess that's one way of putting it.»
She crossed her arms tight over her chest. She was tall, slender and leggy, and blond. Everything I'd wanted to be as a child. She was small-chested enough that she could fold her arms over her breasts instead of under them, something I couldn't have done. But her legs went on forever in a skirt, and mine did not. Oh, well.
«Okay, then if you're going to tell them, tell Micah and Nathaniel and get a test and test yourself.»
«I told you, I don't want anyone to know until I know for sure.»
She looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and sighed. «Anita, you live with two of them. You sleep over with two more of them. You are never alone. When are you going to have time to run in and get a test, let alone have the privacy to use it?»
«I can pick one up at work on Monday.»
She stared at me. «Monday! It's Thursday. I'd go fucking crazy if I had to wait that long. You'll go crazy. You can't wait nearly four days.»
«Maybe my period will start. Maybe by Monday I won't need it.»
«Anita, you wouldn't have told me if you weren't pretty sure you needed a pregnancy test.»
«When Nathaniel and Micah get back, they'll jump in the shower, we'll get dressed up, and go straight to Jean-Claude's. There won't be time tonight.»
«Friday, promise me that Friday you'll get one.»
«I'll try, but…»
«Besides, when you start asking your lovers to use condoms, won't they figure something out?»
«Jesus,» I said.
«Yeah, I heard you say if you'd used condoms you'd be safe. Don't tell me that you're not going to want to use them for a while. Could you really have unprotected sex right now, and enjoy it?»
I shook my head. «No.»
«Then what are you going to tell the boys about this sudden need for condoms? Hell, Micah had a vasectomy before you even met him. He's like super-safe.»
I sighed again. «You're right, damn it, but you are.»
«So pick up the test on the way to the thing tonight.»
«No. I'm not going to rain all over Jean-Claude's meeting. He's planned this for months.»
«You didn't mention it to me.»
«I didn't plan it, he did. The ballet isn't really my thing.» Truthfully, he hadn't mentioned it to me until they were coming to St. Louis, but I kept that part to myself. It would just give Ronnie another reason to say that Jean-Claude was keeping secrets from me. He'd finally admitted that the Masters of the City all coming here had been something he hadn't planned, at least not from the beginning. He'd just negotiated it so the vampire dancers could cross many different vamp territories without problems. Jean-Claude agreed the meet was a good idea, but he was also nervous about it. It would be the largest gathering of Masters of the City in American history.