Three Months Later
Ivy waddled into the salon, fatigue clearly showing in her face. Her tummy significantly pushed out the voluminous shirt she was wearing over her pregnancy jeans as she continued the trek to her station.
“Good morning, Ivy,” Abby said.
Ivy rolled her eyes over to her boss. “What’s good about it?”
“Oh, it’s that kind of day, huh? What’s wrong?”
“Name it, and you’ll have your answer.”
“How is your back? Still hurting?”
“Of course. It never stops.”
“Poor baby,” Abby said. “You can go to the pedi room and turn on the massager, if you like.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” Ivy waddled toward the room.
“Poor mama,” Sonia said as she backcombed her client’s hair.
“She looks ready to pop,” said the client.
“Si, I think.”
Si“Me thinks, too. She’s much farther along than we tho
