She finally managed to get downstairs after a sleepless night and morning sickness, and found the steaming mug on her plate with a few saltines. By that time, the others had left the breakfast table; only Katie and Sarah remained in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. “You understand we have to drive in with Leda today,” Ellie said, steeling herself against the smell of leftover food. “Coop's meeting us at the courthouse.” Katie nodded, but didn't turn around. Ellie glanced at the women's backs, thankful that Katie had known enough to spare her the sight of a platter heaped with eggs and bacon and sausage. She took a tentative sip of the tea, expecting her stomach to heave again, but curiously the nausea ebbed. By the time she finished, she felt better than she had all weekend. She did not want to harp on the pregnancy, especially not today, but she felt duty-bound to acknowledge Katie's thought-fulness. “The tea,” Ellie whispered, as they climbed into the backseat of Leda's car twenty minutes later.
