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Show named Kitty Fisher. Vanda tore the sheets off the bed and tried to wrap K i t t y ' s body mummy-style. Then she s l i t the pillows and blew feathers in their faces and dumped a whole box of dusting powder on their heads. While Toby and Kitty coughed and waved their hands around, Vanda went downstairs for her suitcase. She passed Kitty at the top of the s t a i r s . The redhead had wrapped a towel under her armpits that said Property of Bulldogs. She l e f t a t r a i l of powder and feathers through the living room and down the steps to her own apartment. "You go right ahead," Vanda said when Toby raised himself off the white bed and threatened to join the Marines. "You can bet you'll never even get a glimpse of your baby while you're off in the halls of Montezuma or on the shores of Tripoli." She pictured herself tracking him down a t the r e c r u i t e r ' s . "A big guy," she would say. "Shoulders like t h i s . Blond hair. He probably was wearing sweaty warm-ups and a jersey saying Property of Bulldogs." "I woulda remembered, him, Ma'am," the sergeant would say, scratching his brush cut. "But send him over. Sounds like a hot prospect." Vanda imagined seeing her huge belly reflected in the r e c r u i t e r 's spit-polished boots. Vanda was formulating a plan: her baby would become a famous linebacker. Toby would have no clue what name he was going by because he would be off in Algeria somewhere and Vanda would have supported her |