Emery signals a left turn into the drive thru diner, asking her sister if she wants a snack. “I don’t know if it’s the heat, or what,” she says, making the turn, “but I’ve felt awful for two weeks and the only thing that sounds any good to me right now are root beer floats. I’ve probably gained five pounds while Chris has been away.”
Her sister Mackinzie looks up from her phone. “Did you say root beer floats?”
Emery nods, reaching into the side door pocket for some cash. “Yeah, why?”
Mackinzie waits while Emery places her order at the staticy old box, also ordering fried mozzarella sticks and a sweet iced tea. “Emery?” She asks with a restrained calm, “Are you pregnant?”
“What? No… I can’t-”
The redhead’s jaw snaps shut and she starts counting off on her fingers. Her eyes pop, her hands shaking.
I have a webpage, with a weekly blog. Okay. Not so weekly. Like maybe once a month? I’m really bad at remembering to update the writers challenge thing I’m supposed to be doing. But I made a promise to myself to get better about posting…
Emery signals a left turn into the drive thru diner, asking her sister if she wants a snack. “I don’t know if it’s the heat, or what,” she says, making the turn, “but I’ve felt awful for two weeks and the only thing that sounds any good to me right now are root beer floats. I’ve probably gained five pounds while Chris has been away.”
Her sister Mackinzie looks up from her phone. “Did you say root beer floats?”
Emery nods, reaching into the side door pocket for some cash. “Yeah, why?”
Mackinzie waits while Emery places her order at the staticy old box, also ordering fried mozzarella sticks and a sweet iced tea. “Emery?” She asks with a restrained calm, “Are you pregnant?”
“What? No… I can’t-”
The redhead’s jaw snaps shut and she starts counting off on her fingers. Her eyes pop, her hands shaking.
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