Chapter 71

• I haven't desired a drink during my pregnancy until now. I'm sad but not careless or foolish. But when the flight attendant comes over, I'm confident I'd beg for a stiff gin cocktail or four.
• "What would you like for a beverage, ma'am?" The male attendant is quite calming due to his accent. He gives me a wink. Maybe a mimosa? Perhaps rum and coke from the Caribbean? "How about some beachside sex?"
• I snicker. "No, definitely not that." I put my palm on top of my little belly and mutter. "I'm pregnant."