She didn’t have to look to know Ron was long gone. She glanced at her travel clock. Six-twenty? It took Eva some minutes to realize she might vomit. When she felt it behind her nostrils, Eva ran to the bathroom. Almost everything from the day and night before came up. Eva leaned against the sinks. Waited. When Eva vomited, there was always a weak round one, then a powerful, all-cleansing round two. She straightened up and wiped her mouth with a hand towel, then held it to her throat, bunched at the center like a giant handkerchief. Warmth rushed her body. Her underarms and cleavage were clammy. Eva waited. Never had morning sickness. When I was pregnant before. Has to be the Scotch. Drank a lot last night. Six-twenty. I was drinking two hours ago. When was I throwing up all the time? Not for a while. Maybe when I was twenty-two, new to the game and drinking White Russians. Even if I am pregnant, how pregnant could I be? No one has morning sickness when they’re two weeks pregnant. If I’m pregnant.
