Not My Daughter (7 page)

"No child is perfect."

"Right, so why do I feel betrayed?"

She imagined him considering that, frowning, using a forearm to push dark hair off his face. "That won't help her," he said softly. He was right, of course. This would have to be Susan's mantra. "Think of what you needed back then."

"I do. All the time."

There was a brief silence as the weight of the problem sank in. He might have cursed in the buzz of static that followed, but when he spoke next, there was no mistaking his words. "Will you tell your mother?"

Tell Ellen Tate that the daughter who had disgraced her by getting pregnant at seventeen had let her own daughter do the same? More than at any time in the last week, Susan felt defeated. "This isn't something I imagined sending in a newsy little update, though it might bring a response for once. She'll totally blame me." She pressed the phone to her ear. She had to ask it, bluntly this time. "Do you?"

"Try blame myself," he said, sounding stricken. "I haven't exactly been a hands-on dad. Besides, I've seen you in action. You're the best mother."

"Whose seventeen-year-old daughter is now pregnant and unmarried."

"Like her mom was at seventeen. Maybe Lily's just as stubborn as you were. I offered to marry you, and you refused."

"A decision for which I am grateful every time I see you on TV," Susan told the face on the screen. "You wouldn't have had this career if you'd been saddled with a wife and child."

He made a guttural sound. "Days like today, I'd have preferred the wife and child. What I do can be downright depressing."

"Same
here,"
she cried. "I'm the principal of the high school, where everyone will know my teenage daughter is pregnant. How depressing is that?"

His pause was more thoughtful this time. "Will it cause trouble for you at work?"

Susan rubbed her forehead. "I don't know. We'll see."

"What can I do to help?"

"Strangle the guy who did this to her?" she suggested. "But how foolish is that? She says she seduced him. He didn't know what he was doing."

Rick snorted. "Oh, he did."

"You know what I mean."

"I used to. But this is my daughter, too. Lily has always been innocent."

"Tell me about it," Susan remarked, folding an arm across her middle.

The face on the screen was unchanged. "So what was he thinking? Was he coming on to her for months? Did he just wear her down? Did he ask if she was on the pill? Did he offer to use something
himself?"

Touched by the spate of questions--loving him for loving her, dark side and all--she actually laughed. "Rick, I don't know. I wasn't there. And no, I didn't ask. If the horse is already out of the barn, what's the point?"

"So here's my next line of attack. Did she pick him for a reason? Like you picked me?"

She smiled. "I didn't pick you. You took me by storm. There was no forethought."

"No." His voice was soft, poignant. "There never is, is there?"

Lily's cell rang at nine that night. It wasn't the first message she'd received. Mary Kate and Jess had texted to rant about Abby, leaving Lily agitated. Half hoping Abby was calling so that she could rant herself, she tore open the phone. "Yes."

"Lily?" came a cautious male voice.

She knew it well. Its owner was a fixture in her life--never demanding, just there. Her heart raced. "Hi."

"Is it true?"

She didn't have to ask how he knew. Everyone at school must know. Part of her wanted to lie, to make it all go away, to take herself out of the glare. But it would only be worse when she started to show.

Lying back on the pillow, she stared at the front window and said, "It's true."

There was a pause. She imagined him looking puzzled, maybe scratching the top of his head. Finally, unsurely, he asked, "Is it mine?"

The question hit her the wrong way, like he was suggesting she slept with just anyone. "Why would it be you?" she snapped. "You aren't the only guy around."

"I know. But that night..."

"Once. We were together once. Nothing happens once. Do you know what the chances are of it happening once? Do you know how
long
some couples have to wait before they get pregnant?"

"You weren't with anyone else."

No unsureness there. Calming a little, she asked, "How do you know?"

"Because I know you. And there was blood."

"Women bleed every month," she said, crawling over the foot of the bed and closing the blind. Easier to fudge things when no one could see. "Really, Robbie. Don't let your imagination go wild."

"It's hard not to," he said, sounding upset. "I was way on the other side of the school when you got sick, but by the time I got out of English, kids were talking about it. They know we're good friends, so they asked me. I didn't know what to say."

"Just say you don't know. That's the truth, isn't it?"

He didn't reply at first. Then he said, "How are you feeling?"

Back on the bed again, Lily stared at the closed blind. She'd been just fine until he called. Remembering the scene at school, she felt sick again.

But everyone would be asking her this. She had to get used to it. "I'm really good. Happy. It's incredible, creating a life." She put a hand on her belly, jiggled it a little to wake the baby up and let her know she was being talked about.

"When are you due?"

"Late May. The timing's perfect," she rushed on. "I'll finish exams, have my baby, do the mom thing over the summer, and be ready to start college in the fall." Mary Kate and Jess were a little behind her and would have less time to recover before classes resumed.

"How can you do college? Who'll take care of the baby?"

"I'll put her in PC KidsCare."

"Her? You know the sex already?"

Lily laughed. "No. It's too soon. I'm just guessing it's a girl." Like she was guessing that Mary Kate and Jess would have girls, too. She wanted her daughter to be best friends with theirs, a third generation of best friends. "Right now, my baby has hands and feet. And
ears
. Doesn't that blow your mind?"

But he was still focusing on the future. "Isn't PC KidsCare only for PC employees?"

"I knit samples for PC Wool trunk shows, so technically, I am one. Besides, I have an in. Mrs. Perry will make it happen."
If
Lily ever spoke with Pam's daughter, Abby, again, which, at that moment, was questionable.

"I still think it's me," Robbie said.

"That's because you're sweet."

"Lily, I have a right to know if it's me."

"So you can drop out of school to support the baby? You're not going to do that, Robbie. Besides, I told you. It isn't you."

"Why do I not believe you?"

"Maybe," she tried, "because it's macho to think you've fathered a baby."
Macho
wasn't a word that she would have used to describe Robbie--but it wasn't totally wrong, she realized. He had grown in the last year and had to be six-two now. Granted, he was still the lightest guy on the wrestling squad, but what he lacked in muscle, he made up for in determination. He definitely knew the moves.

"Forget macho," he said. "It's pure math. If you're due at the end of May, you conceived at the end of August, and that's when we did it."

"I won't tell you again," she said quietly.

"Then whose is it?" he asked. When she said nothing, he pleaded, "Tell me something, Lily. If you think my questions are hard, just wait'll tomorrow. Whether or not I'm the father, I'm a friend. Let me help."

Lily's eyes filled with tears. The books said she would be emotional. And Robbie
was
a friend. And she was dreading going to school.

But if he helped, people would think he was the father, and she didn't want that. This was her doing alone.

Well, not exactly alone. Mary Kate, Jess, and Abby were in on it, too. But no one knew yet about Mary Kate and Jess, and Abby was sore because she was way behind.

What to tell Robbie? She needed time to think.

"If I told anyone," she finally said, "I'd tell you. Next to Mary Kate and Jess, you're my oldest friend." Since they were six. It was poetic.

No, she had no regrets about Robbie. Abby, yes. But not Robbie. He was loyal. If she did need help, he would be there.

That thought brought little comfort as she dressed for school the next morning. Mary Kate and Jess would help out if questions got bad, but she felt best when she thought of her mom. Susan had done it, and look at her. She was educated. She was successful. And she had Lily to show for it.

Standing at the mirror, dressed in slim-as-ever jeans, Lily touched the place where she guessed her baby to be and whispered, "You're mine, sweet thing. I'll take care of you. Let people talk. We don't care. We have something special, you and me. And we have my mom and my dad. They're gonna love you to bits. Trust me on that."

At school there were few questions, just stares.

Her mother wasn't so lucky.

Chapter 6

Susan was on the phone with a headhunter, whom she hoped would locate a replacement for the retiring director of athletics, when Pam showed up at the door and, none too softly, said, "What did I just hear?"

Finger to her lips, Susan waved her in. "Yes, Tom. Male or female. Our current AD coaches football, but that isn't a prerequisite. My priorities are administrative experience and the ability to work well with kids."

"Susan," Pam whispered urgently as she closed the door, "what did I
hear?"

Susan gestured her to a chair and held up a hand for the minute it took to finish the call.

Pam didn't wait a second longer. The phone was barely in its cradle when she said, "Word's going around that Lily's pregnant. I've had three calls this morning--three moms asking me the same thing--and I couldn't answer, even though I'm your friend, which was one of the reasons they were calling me. I couldn't even call Abby, because
you
don't allow kids to use phones during school. Is it true?"

Pam was a Perry by marriage and, as such, a member of the town's royalty, but she didn't often pull rank. Susan wasn't sure what she heard in Pam's voice--whether it was arrogance, indignation, or hurt--but she felt a quick anger. There would have been no calls, no questions had it not been for Pam's own daughter.

But Lily would still be pregnant. Resigned, Susan nodded.

"How?"
Pam asked in dismay. It was a silly question. Susan's expression must have said as much, because her friend hurried on.
"Who?"

Susan shrugged and shook her head.

Pam was sitting on the edge of the seat, her cardigan open, a paisley scarf knotted artfully about her neck. "You have to know. You're just not saying."

"Pam, I don't know."

"That's impossible. You and Lily are as close as any mother and daughter I know. She must have told you she was sleeping with someone." When Susan shook her head again, Pam said, "How could you not?"

Susan was duly chastised. She had prided herself on being one better than the parent who didn't notice her Vicodin running low long before it should. It was a humbling experience.

"There comes a point," she said in her own defense, "when our children choose not to share some things."

"Some
things. This is
major
. When did you find out?"

Unable to lie, Susan said, "Last week." It felt like years ago. She kept flashing back to Lily's conception. Even this morning, reliving her own nightmare of going to school on the day after the whole world suddenly knew, she half expected Lily to show up at her door in tears, looking for a shoulder to cry on.

But either Mary Kate and Jess were walking the halls beside her or Lily was tougher than Susan had been. And perhaps that was for the best. Lily had become pregnant by design--
and
in agreement with friends. She had way more to answer for than Susan had.

Pam Perry didn't know the half of it. Innocently, she exclaimed, "Last week? Omigod, Susan. This is
awful
. What was she thinking?" When Susan simply gave her a look, she said, "What are you going to
do?"

"I'm trying to figure that out."

"She's keeping the baby? Of course she is. Lily loves kids, and there's no way you'd make her abort it. So the guy has to come forward," Pam decided. "You have to find out who he is." When Susan said nothing, she added, "Well,
some
guy made this happen."

"Obviously," Susan replied, "but does his name matter?"

"Absolutely."

"Wrong. It's a woman's body, a woman's baby."

"You say that because you're a single mom."

"I say it because I'm a realist," Susan insisted. "Even moms in traditional families do the brunt of the child care. The buck stops here."

"Some of us see it differently," Pam argued. "The father has to share the responsibility."

"Maybe in an ideal world," Susan conceded. "You're lucky, Pam. Not only is your husband a gem, but he's from a storied family. Perrys don't divorce, and they don't go broke. But Tanner doesn't change diapers or fold laundry or make school lunches, and that drives you nuts. Remember the time you and Tanner both had the flu? Who was crawling out of bed to take care of Abby?"

There was more to the story, of course. Pam did all of those things without complaint, though she could certainly afford a maid. But with one child and no other full-time job, these chores helped define her.

"So, basically, you're having another child yourself," Pam said. "Isn't that the bottom line?"

Susan considered it, pressed her lips together, nodded.

"You can't do that," Pam argued. "You know the work. You have a whole other job now that is very demanding."

"What would you have me do?" Susan asked. Frustrated, she rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. "She wants the baby, Pam. She's heard the heartbeat. She knows the options. She wants the baby."

"And you'll just let her have it?"

"What can I do?
Put yourself in my shoes. This has happened--past tense. It's done. Maybe you can do better and talk with
your
daughter about not getting pregnant." There it was, the closest Susan could come to disclosing what she knew.

Pam frowned at the papers on the desk, then at Susan. "This is what you three were talking about at the barn last week. You told them. Why couldn't you tell me?"

Susan felt another stab of anger. At Lily for getting pregnant? At Abby for outing her? At
Pam
for playing the victim? "They already knew," she explained. "Mary Kate had told Kate, and Jess had told Sunny, but clearly Abby hadn't said anything to you, or you would have mentioned it. Has she yet?"

Pam raised her chin. "No, but she considers Lily one of her closest friends. She probably feels it wouldn't be loyal."

"Loyal?
Abby was the one who shouted it all over school!" Pam looked startled, but Susan couldn't stop. If Pam wanted to be a friend, she had to hear this. "Abby blurted it out yesterday in the hall filled with kids, so maybe you should be talking with her, not with me. But those moms who called you this morning didn't tell you that, did they?"

"No," Pam said, subdued. "They heard rumors. They know we're friends, and since I'm on the school board, they thought they were killing two birds with one stone."

Susan felt a hitch at mention of the school board. It had seven members. All were elected; most had served for years. At thirty-nine, Pam was the baby of the group, elected largely because of her name. The closest to her in age was the board chair, Hillary Dunn, who was fifty-five. The other five members were men, four of whom were particularly resistant to change. Susan had had to argue for hours, working them individually and as a group, before they gave the school clinic a green light.

They would all be upset when they learned Lily was pregnant. And when they heard about the other two girls?

But first things first. Susan was tempted to ask Pam the names of those who had called, only she could guess. Zaganack was a close community. Its members had a good thing going with Perry & Cass and knew it, and while some were open to innovation, others believed that you didn't tamper with the status quo. Those were the ones who phoned Susan to complain about the slightest curriculum change. They were the ones who would have phoned Pam.

"Were they calling to complain?" Susan asked.

"Mostly to know if it was true."

"And then to complain." When Pam didn't deny it, she asked, "What did you tell them?"

"I said I'd check it out--I tried to make light of it. When all three carried on, I said that if it was true, it was a private matter. Only it isn't, Susan. This could really screw things up. For starters, there's the PC Wool Mother's Day promotion. Boy, does that take on new meaning. Lily will be big as a house."

Susan had thought this herself, but it was offensive coming from Pam. "Were you planning to photograph her in profile for the catalogue cover?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't. Our clients don't have to know about Lily. What she does with her life has nothing to do with PC Wool."

"She knits for us."

"So do Mary Kate, Abby, and Jess."

"They're not pregnant," Pam pointed out.

Tell her
, that little voice in Susan cried. Tell her out of friendship and concern. But her loyalty was to Kate and Sunny. Pam was a latecomer to the group and, given her role as a Perry, a sporadic member. That said, when she was with them, she was a devoted friend. The group gave her focus, which she craved. She loved belonging, which added to the guilt Susan felt in keeping silent.

"What should I tell Tanner?" Pam asked. "He'll want to know who the father is."

"Tell him I don't know."

"Hey," she drawled, "if that's hard for
me
to believe, he never will. Same with the school board. They'll be gunning for bear when they hear about this. The principal's daughter? I mean, it really puts me in a bad place. I recused myself when it came to voting on you for this job, but talk about conflict of interest. What am I supposed to do now?"

Wait'll she hears about the others
, Susan thought, and her uneasiness grew. "Buy me some time?" she begged. "That's all I ask. A little time."

But Pam was no sooner out the door than Susan's assistant, Rebecca, appeared. A capable woman with thick white hair, she was the school's resident grandmother. "Dr. Correlli's on his way over. He asked if you had a few minutes to talk. I tried to tell him you were scheduled to observe sophomore English, but he said it was urgent." She was apologetic. "I'm sorry. Have you told him yet?"

"Not me," Susan murmured and tried to gear up, but there was only one thing she could imagine the superintendent wanted to discuss.

Phillip Correlli was a stocky man who often ran with the crosscountry team to try to lose weight. Having risen through the ranks as Susan had, albeit in a different school system, he liked being with kids. Even more, he liked turning life's trials into lessons--the one for the cross-country team being that if you ate badly, you gained weight.

He appeared at her door now with an apology for interrupting, but he didn't sit, and he didn't waste time. "The phone's been ringing. Tell me that what I heard isn't true."

Susan tried to stay calm. "I can't."

"Your Lily? She's the
last
one I'd have expected to be pregnant."

"That makes two of us, Phil."

"How did it happen? Lily is a good girl, and I'd have heard from the police if there was a rape, so it must have been someone she knew. Was she forced?"

"No," Susan said and, leaving the desk, sank into a chair.

He continued to stand. "Careless?"

Even that would have been easier to swallow, Susan knew. But what could she say without betraying her daughter's confidence?

"I'm a friend," Phil reminded her gently. Only it wasn't as simple as that. He was also a colleague, a mentor, and, as superintendent of schools, her boss. He was the one who had pushed her to apply for the principalship, the one who had championed her when the board questioned her youth and lack of experience. He was the one who had shown up in person to offer her the job, and his pride was genuine.

"That's one of the reasons this is so hard," she tried to explain. "I've just learned about it myself. It's still raw."

"I understand, but we don't have much of a window here. You're in a public position. To judge from the calls I'm getting, you won't have the luxury of time." He scowled. "I wish we were talking about someone else's child. We've dealt with pregnancies before. But you're our principal, so the playing field is different. I was caught flat-footed this morning. It would have been better if I'd had a heads-up."

Susan was sorry to have let him down. "In hindsight, you're right. But I've been agonizing over this on a personal level, and I needed more time. I didn't expect word to spread so fast." She explained how it had.

"A friend, huh? That stinks. Did you know Lily was sexually active?"

Either way she answered, Susan was damned. So she said, "Lily and I have discussed sexual responsibility more times than I can count. Right now, we're just trying to plan for the future. She claims she can study and have a baby
and
go to college." Feeling an old shame, Susan added quietly, "Who am I to contradict her?"

"Yup," he murmured. He scratched the back of his head and asked a puzzled, "Is she having trouble in school?"

"No."

"Scared about next year?"

"No. Phil, it just happened."

Leaning against the desk, he asked meekly, "Can I
say
she was forced?"

Susan caught his drift. He needed a story that would sit well with the town. It was about damage control.

He elaborated. "See, I need a reason why this could happen to the daughter of my principal. It'd be best if I could say Lily was forced or even that she's in
love
." He paused. "Otherwise, they'll blame you."