My cousin’s voice echoes down the long corridor.
“Dooooooolce? Are you out of the shower babe?”
My head muffled in a towel. “Ja, babe. Gimme a minute”
“Dolcearoo, I want you to take a look at something for me.”
Her voice is pitched at a weird level.
I wrap the beige towel around me and pad down the corridor.
“Um. You know I’ve been feeling tired and a bit off? And I’m late.”
She hands me a strange little plastic wand and a narrow, flat box.
I look at her. And back at the wand. And back at her.
She says, “Have you even done a pregnancy test, D?” She laughs. Nervously. Her brow furrowed. “What does it mean when the one line is dark pink and the other one is lighter?”
I look at the little window on the wand. Two lines. One dark. One faint. But there. And pink.
I look at the box
“Negative: The blue control line turns pink” There is a drawing of the window with one pink band.
“Positive: Two pink bands will appear.” Another drawing, this time with two pink lines.
I look up at my cousin, eyes wide. “Fuck babe, I don’t know. It’s not blue, so something’s happened, right?”
“Ja,” she says, her eyes questioning. “But what does it mean that the other line is so faint?”
“I donno babe. Haven’t done one of these before. There are two lines?”
Her face lights up. Then falls. Then lights up again.
“Oh, fuck, D.”
We read the instructions again. Look at the box. Look at the little window. Do it all over again. And once more.
“It’s darker, isn’t it D? The other line is getting darker.”
“Ja, I think so.”
“There definitely two lines, babe. Not one. Two.”
We look at each other. Laugh again. Then look at the wand again.
“Sheesh, D. I guess September is going to be interesting.”
She reaches for her cell phone and calls her husband.
“Babe…there are two pink lines!”
I hear his mates shouting raucously in the background. Eventually, I hear his voice asking what she means.
My cousin gets a soft look on her face. She smiles. “Love, I think you’d better come home.”