Bernadette couldn’t exactly remember the dream, but in it she had a pressing urge to speak to Frankie. She had to lay down the law, make Frankie understand that it was imperative she keep her trap shut.
She swung her legs out of bed. Bernadette would tell soon enough, but right now, while her body adjusted, while she barfed her guts out, while she accustomed herself to the idea of being an actual mother and not just a pregnant girl, she wanted to keep it to herself. She wanted to keep it to herself, turn it around and admire it on her own terms. Why had she said anything? She needed Frankie to say nothing, not even to her. This was Bernie’s time, the secret time when only she and the baby knew about each other. When no one else could talk, judge or otherwise f**k up her day. She didn’t wa
