Chapter 8Men were so strange. Gay or straight, it didn’t matter. Genie clutched her tummy with one hand and with the other opened the refrigerator. She leaned on it. A wave of nausea came and went. Then she took out the bowl of potato salad and closed the door.
On the way to the den, she opened a drawer for a serving spoon and put it in the bowl. When she left the kitchen, Steve sat in his armchair and thumbed his phone with a bag of chips on his lap. He didn’t look up.
There was nothing she could do for him. He was hopeless. Was it because she was a woman that he wouldn’t listen to her? Maybe. He had no idea what was good for him.
She put the bowl on the coffee table and sat on the couch. Dan came in from the patio with the burgers. She crossed her arms over the emerging bulge. It show
