Me too. “Congratulations.” My voice has lost all its animation and now sounds dead.
Nosey Parker leans in again. “In my day, if a woman got pregnant without being married, it wasn’t a cause for congratulations.”
Colleen and I both whirl on her and shout, “Mind your business!”
When the woman turns around with her nose in the air, Colleen lets out an exasperated huff that tells me she expects this won’t be the first time she’ll be on the receiving end of narrow-minded judgment from the womenfolk of Seaside. It makes me feel kinder toward her, and a little protective.
I clear my throat and try to sound like anything other than a woman standing out on a narrow ledge. “How bad is your morning sickness?”
“Pretty bad,” she admits, making a face.
“That’s good.”
She blinks at me, surprised.
