Usually family members or co-workers called to get updates on patients and they would ask for the nurses by name. "Who is it?" She reached for the handset.
"Someone named Maggie," Gayle replied. "Said it was a personal business matter."
Linda wondered what could be going on. She took the phone and Gayle plunged down on the blinking line. After they exchanged pleasantries, Maggie got right to the point. "I'm a little surprised to see you booked for a lesson tomorrow," she said. "Aren't you pregnant right now?"
At that precise moment, the baby kicked, as if he was asserting himself. "Um, yes I am."
"Well then, do you think it's a good idea to come in for a lesson?"
Linda knew that she was technically supposed to clear such things with her obstetrician. But, damn it, she was a nurse, and she knew her own body. "It will be fine," she said. "I'm not that far along."
"Okay," Maggie said. "If anyone would know, it'd be you. My other concern is that you'll be having a lesson with Roger."
"Yes. I understand he's new, but that's fine."
"Honey, I know you haven't been here awhile, and I'm delighted that you're coming."
Linda sensed a very big "but" coming as Maggie paused to catch her breath. "But you're a silver and gold dancer. You've done routines with coaches. Roger is a good boy, but he's barely out of our training program. He won't be able to take you through any silver or gold. I'm just concerned. I think you might be better served working with Jared. He has an opening for later next week…"
"I appreciate your going through the trouble of calling," Linda said, interrupting her, "but Roger will be fine. I just want to dance."
Maggie let out a short laugh. "Well then come to the party on Friday, rather than burn a lesson."
"It's okay, Maggie. I want the lesson with Roger. I'll see you tomorrow."
The next morning, Linda searched her closet for the best dress to wear to the studio and she found her cute, denim prairie dress with the knit panel sewn in the front. It was attractive, she liked the way she looked in it, and most importantly, it did not scream "I'm pregnant!" to the entire world. Her silver dance sandals even went well with it.
When she had arrived home the day before, she arranged with Inge to have her pick up Hayley at school on Wednesday. Hayley asked "Do I get to ride in Myrtle?" after her mother told her about the arrangement.