119 A thought of pregnancy

“Yeah, sorry. Things went great with those designs I was telling you about.” Monica glances at the other girls, hoping she haven’t been busted. Thankfully, Nora seems to catch on, and she quickly switched from speaker to normal phone. “Monica, is everything okay?” Nora asks. “You can use code if you want. I’m alone here at the office.” “Yeah, yeah. No, those little worries I had about . . . skirt length, I think they worked out. We had our first show and I feel good about it.” Nora makes an unconvinced sound. “Okay, I just worry because I want you to succeed. You’re so talented. Please don’t end up messing up a good thing.” “I hear you.” “Okay, then on to me . . .” She pauses, and Monica swears she can hear her feet tippy-tapping through the line, but maybe it’s static.

“I also called because I have got great news. You know all the gas and upset stomachs?” “Uh, yeah. Are you okay?” “Well . . . the doctors figured out what it is. I have got a parasite.” “A parasite?” Monica yells l,