The Distance Between Us

and the sign is flipped. Do you need me to do anything else?”
    “No. Have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Skye hooks her arm around my elbow and leads me out the back door, cutting across the alley to the back of the doll store. “Where’s your mom?” she asks, pointing to the empty space where our car is normally parked.
    “She ran to the store after we closed.”
    “So anyway, back to career day. I don’t get what you’re going to do with Xander.”
    “Neither do I. I was planning on spying on my mom. But I can see it’s a bad idea.”
    She laughs.
    “I had one other idea for a career day.”
    We walk up the stairs to my apartment.
    “I talked to Eddie last week and he said he’d teach us how to make his famous muffins.”
    Skye makes a face. “Why?”
    “Because Xander likes them. He likes all food, really. Everywhere we go we end up at his favorite restaurant. I thought maybe he could talk to Eddie, see if owning his own restaurant is something he’d enjoy.”
    “Aww,” Skye says. “Now that’s thoughtful. And sweet.” She walks to the fridge once we’re inside. “And you pretend not to love the guy.”
    I smile as she digs through the contents of the fridge. The light on the answering machine is blinking. I hit the button. “One new message,” the robotic voice says, followed by a lady. “Hi, Ms. Meyers, this is Tina from Dr. Saunders’s office. We went ahead and scheduled that ultrasound for you on the fifteenth. Please show up half an hour early and make sure you drink all the water we talked about. If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to call.”
    I hear the fridge close behind me.
    “I didn’t know your mom was pregnant,” Skye says.
    “Pregnant? What?”
    “Ultrasound. That’s what they do for pregnant people.”
    My brain is just barely registering the words she said. “No, she’s not.”
    “Oh, then why is she getting an ultrasound?”
    There have to be other reasons people get ultrasounds. “I don’t know.”
    “Has she been nauseous? Tired?”
    I think back. She hadn’t been eating very well lately. Maybe it’s because she’s been sick to her stomach. And she has definitely been tired. I nod.
    “So she’s probably pregnant.” She nods her head toward the answering machine. “Plus they asked her to drink all that water. That’s what they tell pregnant people to do so they can get measurements.”
    I shake my head back and forth over and over.
    “It’s kind of exciting, though, don’t you think? You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”
    “Exciting? Yeah, right. No. She’s not pregnant. That’s ridiculous. She doesn’t even have a . . .” I realize I was about to say “boyfriend.” It’s very possible that she does have a boyfriend. “She’s not pregnant.” But if she’s not pregnant then what is she? Anxiety washes over me. Is something wrong with her? People don’t get ultrasounds just because. . . . Do they? Maybe once you’re older that’s a standard procedure.
    Skye moves in front of me and pets my shoulders. I must’ve gone completely catatonic. “It’s probably not a big deal. Even if she is pregnant it’s not a big deal.”
    “She’s not pregnant,” I insist. “She’s too old to be pregnant.”
    Skye laughs. “She’s only thirty-five.” Her phone chimes and she pulls it out and smiles after reading the text. “It’s Henry. The band is hanging out at Scream Shout. You want to go?”
    I look at the now-solid light on the answering machine. Then I glance at the door. I can’t catch my breath. When will my mom be home? I need to ask her about this. But will she tell me? She’s been refusing to tell me anything for weeks now.
    It’s nothing. My mom is fine. Standard procedure. “Yes. I’ll be right down. Give me one minute.”
    She hesitates but then leaves. I scribble a note about spending the night at Skye’s and leave it on the counter. I pack a few things in my backpack and lock the door behind me.
     
    We walk into Scream Shout and it’s practically deserted. The bartender points to the door off to the side of the stage when Skye gives him the questioning shoulder raise. Then she marches across the club and straight to the door. Music from a back room seeps down the dim hall. We follow the sound. The band is sitting on couches in a small back room and look up when we enter.
    Henry greets Skye by singing a soft “There’s my beautiful girl,” accompanied by a few strums of