What kind of place where they running around here, where male employees could go round dressed as kinky french maids. Was this some sort of swingers retreat? If that was the case, he wasn't sure he wanted his family staying the night. If they were lucky, they might be able to get a mechanic called out, get a refund, and be away before nightfall.
"Joe, I don't want you talking to any of the people round here, okay."
"Okay, dad," Joseph muttered absently, the words obviously not registering.
They seemed to take an age, but eventually Amanda and Kristen returned from the bathroom escorted by the same clerk. Kirsten was no longer fidgeting like a ticking piss-bomb. "You found it in time then?"
Amanda blinked in vacant confusion. "Found what?"
"The toilet..."
"Toilet?" Looking back, her eyes somewhat struggling to focus, she noticed the swinging door to the ladies toilet through which she had just exited. "Right! Yeah. The toilets. Sure. Found them. There they are." She wobbled a little unsteadily on her feet.
"You feeling okay?"
"Never better," she smiled crookedly and somewhat cross-eyed.
There's something else not right with her, he thought. Something major. Something staring me right in the face. And then it clicked. He stared at her long and hard, even moving to view her from the side. He rubbed his eyes.
"Honey, where's the baby?" Her stomach was flat, as flat as if she'd never been pregnant at all.
"What baby?"
A knot tightened in his stomach. "The baby you're 7 months pregnant with."
"I'm not pregnant," she scoffed.
"Yes, you are!" he yelled. Was he going insane. "Jo, back me up on this."
"Um, you are pregnant," Joseph said, the comic book no longer holding his attention.
"No, she isn't," Kirsten retorted.
"She is!" Jo shouted back and soon the two of them were arguing loudly in the foyer.