Inquisitor

Angie was back the next day like Pierce said she would be. And I did not have to deal with him that morning, thank God.

“I might have missed you a little bit.” I confessed to Angie as I leaned on the counters with my elbow. I purposely avoided the stool Pierce had used.

Angie didn’t seem to buy it, but she put four slices of frittatas on my plate, topped it up with parsley and dropped it in front of me.

“That’s a lot of food.”

“You need it to grow a baby.” She said simply as she reached into the fridge.

Why was everyone obsessing over the size of my kid?

“Is that gelato?” I gasped, when she pulled out a long plastic plate.

“Yes, home made.”

“I thought you hated gelato.”

“I never said that.” I had a teasing expression on my face as she put a scoop of it in a small glass bowl. “Eat your food, you have your appointment in two hours.”

Back down to reality. “Yes ma’am.”

Angie removed a bottle of ketchup from the fridge and dropped on the counter. “No I don't want it.”

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