Summer asked, pen poised over her notebook for Thanksgiving preparations. “Just Rose this year. The rest of the girls have to work either Thursday itself or Friday morning,” Delia replied, sitting very stiffly on the couch with baby Lissa in her arms. “She isn’t going to bite you, Delia,” Mel said, doing a terrible job of hiding her amusement at Delia’s discomfort. Delia shot her a killing look. “But I might break her.” “You’re doing just fine.” “First, you’re sick for, what, months? Then you’re gigantic and waddle around, and then you have to shove the thing out of your—” “You’ll be fine,” Mel interrupted firmly. “I’d focus on surviving morning sickness before I’d get worked up about shoving things out of places.” “Just think,” Summer quipped cheerfully. “Next Thanksgiving, you’ll have one.”
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