"Patrice," Cathy said around a bite of Funky Monkey ice
cream. "I need cheese puffs."
Patrice jabbed at her friend's enormous tummy, which
peeked out from beneath her too-tight maternity
shirt. "I'm not so sure that's a wise decision. You
can't even fit into your fat clothes."
"Hey, I ate my broccoli at dinner. Junior wants
cheese puffs." She set the bowl of ice cream down
and rubbed a small lump that jutted out of her
abdomen. A heel? An elbow?
Patrice reached over to join in the fun, poking at
the protrusion. "Why can't Junior want the junk food
we already have? This is not a good start to your
relationship with your child. You let that baby boss
you around." Whatever body part it was gave her palm
a thump so hard, her hand bounced off.
"No." Cathy laughed. "I let this baby boss you
After the first fiasco at the convenience store,
Patrice always dressed a little better before
visiting. No more wrinkled sweats and smeared makeup
when she saw
For almost three weeks, she'd been visiting this
store, but from the looks of Cathy's enormous
abdomen, those visits would be ending soon.
It was time to make her move.