Fifty One

“And I haven’t, so what’s your problem?” Pam retorted. “But you still haven’t answered my question. What brings you in here?” Then to Kim and Brad, she said, “As you’ve probably gathered, this is Betsy Smith, Dad’s secretary. Oh, yeah, that reminds me...” she added. “This ... thing ... who just came barging in is my mother, Diana Canfield. Although,” she added, “her surname wasn’t Canfield when I was either conceived or born. Her maiden name is Chambers, and I wish to hell she would go back to it. Why she and Dad are still married is a puzzle to me.”

Kim looked at the three other women with growing amazement. All were about five feet eight with wavy brown hair and green eyes. Aside from Pam’s pregnancy, the only differences were that Diana appeared much softer than the other two — they appeared to be as muscular as Kim herself — and the fact that Betsy Smith did not appear to have yet filled out. Kim wondered how old the girl was.

“I ... I have the information you asked me to get,” th