QUOTE : Aurora,” Mom sharpened her<br />tone, “I thought you were having<br />dinner. Why are you in the parking<br />lot?”<br />A new voice on the phone<br />snorted, “Parking, obviously... Sorry. This pregnancy is<br />frying my motherboard. And<br />speaking of babies—”<br />Here it comes.<br />“—that’s what parking with your<br />boyfriend leads to, Aurora. Save<br />yourself the agony. My bladder will<br />never be the same.”<br />“I’m not parking with my<br />boyfriend!” I screeched.