Chapter 16

• Usually, it doesn't matter how I present my work. I'm not into cosmetics and pretty clothing like I used to be, back in college. I still run a couple of days a week, well, maybe not quite that much, not in between cocktail hours and bottomless mimosa breakfasts, but I wouldn't say I've let myself go. When I used to live with Miki; in my youth.
• I'm always touching my face now that he's here, and this morning I even hid a compact in my purse so I could check on myself all day. I don't remember the last time I wore a skirt on consecutive days. Amelia runs in sobbing as I'm in the bathroom mirror putting up my glossy pink lipstick.
• I put my arms around her and said, "Oh God, what's wrong?" I figure her hormones must be crazy this late in the pregnancy. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need to go home?"