Chapter 33

J Kat oey’s painting her toenails when I walk into the den. “Hey.” “Hey,” I reply as I sit on the sofa beside her, picking up the bottle of nail polish she’s using and inspect the label. Cherry Bomb. I smile. She’s definitely a cherry bomb kind of girl, while I’m more of a pale pink or soft caramel kind. Although I’d love to be the cherry bomb type myself sometimes. “You want me to do yours? You know it won’t be long before you can’t reach your toes?” I rub a hand over my expanding stomach. “I think I’m going to get real fat.” I giggle. “Especially as I’m craving pancakes and waffles every morning.” “Pancakes and waffles?” she asks, turning to me with a look of feigned horror on her face. “Girl, you’ll be as big as a house.” She laughs harder as she goes back to painting her nails. “I’m sure my brother will still look at you with that dopey-ass loved up look on his face,” she says before making a fake gagging noise. “He does not have that look,” I insist, because I have never seen it.