“That’s the question we have for you,” Cecily said as she peered over her ivy-green diamond studded glasses. Today’s eyepiece was the exact shade of the two-piece sleeveless pantsuit Cecily wore. She inched up a bit, from her seat and leaned across the desk, reaching for my hand.

I didn’t move and after several moments, Cecily cleared her throat, then dropped her hand to her lap and her butt back in the seat. Still, she said, “I wasn’t sure you understood the other day when we told you we were family.”

“No, I understood,” I said, “I speak perfect English.”

Cecily’s smile faded, and now, Sonya leaned forward, though she didn’t reach for me. “We know it can’t be easy for you with Jeremy’s baby on the way.”

I stayed silent, having no intention of telling them they were just two gossiping biddies with wrong information.

“But here’s the thing,” Sonya picked up where Cecily left off and I wondered if these two practiced with each other the way Jeremy and I did before an interview.

When Cecily nodded at Sonya, my wonder turned to certainty.

“You’ll be fine, Ginger. You won’t be the first woman in the middle of something like this and unless Jesus plans to return at this moment, you unfortunately won’t be the last. The key is to get on top of it before it gets on top of you. Get ahead of it before it becomes news.”

“Isn’t it news already?” I asked, matter-of-factly. “I mean, Sonya, you heard it from someone and Cecily, once you heard it, you told it, I’m sure. You’re the best news reporter in the business.”

Cecily narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and for the first time since they’d entered my office, I smiled. I’d managed to shut Cecily up, but Sonya would not be deterred.

“We know you’re angry, Ginger and we understand that. But truly, we’re here to help. You cannot let too much time get past you on this. It’s just a matter of how you make it go away.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Uh, no. It’s a matter of how I go away.”

Sonya and Cecily did that exchanging-glance thing again. It was Cecily who said, “Are you serious?” with so much attitude, I wondered why she was taking this so seriously.

“I can’t stay with Jeremy if he has a baby outside of our marriage.”

Cecily wiggled her hips to the edge of her seat but before she could say anything, Sonya touched her arm and she spoke. “Are you hearing what you’re saying, Ginger?”