Novocain

Chapter Twenty Eight

"You want us to come over for movie night?" Mercedes Catherine squealed.

"Not if you're going to do that all night." Marceline Anne denied.

"I'm not! I'm not." Mercedes Catherine cleared her voice. "What are we going to see?"

"I'm putting in Against All Time."

"Marcy, no!"

"Chicken."

"That movie is scary beyond all reason!"

"What the hell do you have to be scared of?! You're good!"

Mercedes Catherine whimpered.

"Fine." Marceline Anne huffed. "We can watch it first then watch the Santa Clause trilogy after to erase it from your mind."

Mercedes Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I love you."

"You better."

Mercedes Catherine giggled. "I do! What are you doing right now?"

"Reading over this budget. I never knew how much of this job was reading."

"Will there be budget cuts?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Poo..."

"You stop being cute when you know you've scared everyone this pregnancy."

"I have not." Mercedes Catherine pouted.

"Yes, you have."

Mercedes Catherine's pout turned to a frown. "You're being mean!"

"So?"

Mercedes Catherine didn't have a reply to that.

"I gave birth six months ago. I'm fine now."

Mercedes Catherine stuck her tongue out.

"Stop making faces or your face will freeze."

Mercedes Catherine's face cleared quick! "I'm sorry."

"How many weeks are you?"

"33. Why?"

"Seven whole weeks with you like this?!"

"Marcy!" Mercedes Catherine grew cross.

"There it go!"

Mercedes Catherine reacted like she'd sucked on a lemon. "You mean fatface!"

"You good girl." Marceline Anne shot back.

"I'm hanging up on you!"

"And you won't be allowed in my house."

"That's not fair!"

"You want to talk about fair?" Her voice grew cold and dark.

"No." Mercedes Catherine was hormonal; not stupid.

"I gotta go. I'll see you later." It was clear Marceline Anne was still upset.

"For glee?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye." Mercedes Catherine hung up with a grimace. Something was going on with Marceline Anne. She wondered if the girl's husband knew.

N-

Marceline Anne popped up batches of popcorn. "You might not want to see it, sweetheart."

Norah widened her cedar eyes. "Please?"