Taking Stock
An hour later they were sitting facing each other across a table. As a waitress took their order, she gave Zoe an odd but knowing glance when she made a remark to Abbey about having the chocolate pudding or chocolate milkshake or perhaps both because of her condition.
“How are you feeling?” asked Abbey.
“Oh, fine. I’m just glad I packed plenty of spare underwear,” replied Zoe.
Abbey passed her a packet of wet wipes and giggled.
“I find it best to keep a pack of these handy for use after drinking chocolate milkshakes. You do know the waitress now thinks you are pregnant with all that ‘in my condition’ talk; and stop looking at yourself in the mirror! No one will notice, and I think it looks fantastic: a positive fashion statement if ever I saw one!”
“Mom paid for extra bi
