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Show Motherlunge a novel 38 the time. Jack travels too much. And.. .1 don't know. He might not really be on board with this. He, um, he didn't know until today." "Clearly." With a kind of wild impersonality, she smiled and looked away. Her hair had gotten longer and darker, shiny as a pelt. "I don't go anywhere either," I said then, which wasn't true but could become true. "I can help with the baby. I'm underemployed." "Underemployed? You're broke?" "It means my jobs are boring." I watched Pavia's fingers crawl across the ribbing of her sweater at her waistline. She pressed her fingers on her swollen stomach, thinking about me. "I can change that, I bet," she said, poking in hard. |