Claire handed Melody a cup of tea and then sat next to her. “When are you due?”
“Oh, I’m four months pregnant. In my second trimester.”
Melody seemed so young to be pregnant. Then again, when she looked back at her own pictures, which there were few of, she was young herself. Too young.
“Have you picked out names yet?”
“Rod says it’s up to me. He doesn’t really want our son named after him. Thinks it might be bad luck.” Melody blew on her tea.
“Nonsense. It is a bit traditional, but I think Rod is a fine name. If you were thinking of naming him that, of course.”
Silence split the tension as Claire looked for something to talk about. The stack of textbooks and spiral-bound notebooks caught her attention. “So, who’s the student?”
“Oh, me. I’m studying nursing at CSUMB.”
“Me, too.”
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