“This dialogue totally sucks. He’s made the woman character into this girl who acts as if she just fell off the turnip truck.” I leaned back against the sofa, my legs crossed underneath me, a position I was sure I wouldn’t be able to hold in a few months when my belly stuck out further than my breasts. “So?” Marian stood behind the breakfast bar measuring out a fourth cup of granola to add to her vanilla yogurt. “How are you going to fix it?” “Darn good question.” I stuck my pencil in my mouth and clamped down on it. “You know that’s not good for your teeth or your immune system, don’t you?” “I always studied best in college when I chewed on a pencil.” “I’m surprised you made it through without breaking out in a rash.” “No, only this baby makes me break out in a rash. Or whatever that dark skin is on my face.” “Mask of pregnancy, babe. Are you using that cover up I brought you?”
