Chapter 30
THE TRUCK was moving much too slowly, and Loriane’s pains were fast getting worse.
She let Myra pull her up into a sitting position, leaning against the outside of the truck. The bench was hard and too narrow, so that she hung on with the hard edge of the metal biting into backside, because her stomach got into the way of her sitting, and there was not enough room for her to spread her legs and lean forward. Loriane’s neighbours were both men casting her nervous looks. Loriane swore they would feel the sheen of sweat over her skin each time they bumped into her, which was a lot. There was just no room. Myra stood wedged between the mats on the truck bed floor and those well enough to sit on the benches. She hung onto the metal frame over Loriane’s head and tried not to step on
