Bernadette knelt on the floor beside her bed and rested her head on the mattress. She had no plans of alerting anyone to her situation by barfing. God almighty, she hated this part of being pregnant. She inhaled deeply through her nose, ground her teeth together. Frankie was so full of herself now. And her stupid friend – she must have driven Ken nuts. Poor Ken, his bad-luck end of life punctuated by a b***h wife and a s**t daughter.
Bile surged up her throat – Bernie pressed her lips tightly, tried breathing rapidly in and out through her nose. She tried to distract herself, thinking about a sweet little baby and his (or her!) impossibly small fingernails, impossibly soft hair.
And anyway, why did Frances even want to hang around with Robyn? Surely she had better friends than Robyn in
