Katrina—Saturday, June 26—2:15 p.m. “Oh my God, will you please hurry up! The smell of this potpourri she has everywhere is making me nauseous,” Jewel whined while I typed fast and furiously onto the laptop. “Everything makes you nauseous! I thought it was supposed to be morning sickness; it’s well after noon.” I snapped back at my sister-in-law as I entered in the information as quickly and accurately as I could. “Like my body gives a damn.” Jewel breathed slowly and deeply, speaking between the inhalations. “Just wait until you get pregnant. I’m going to torture you every second of every day.” “Don’t hold your breath. Wait, the way you were heaving earlier? Do hold your breath and don’t stand directly behind me. But I have to agree, she went way too heavily on the scent infusers in here. Smells like a place where all the floral life in the hemisphere came to die. Like a botanical garden threw up in here.” Jewel gagged and I chuckled evilly. She smacked the side of my head.
