Thomas looked at my stomach too, then. Really looked, for the first time all night.Study Anatomy
“Mom,” he said slowly. “How long has it been like that?”
“A little while.”
“How long is a little while?”
“Since spring, I suppose.”
He stared at me.
“Since spring? Mom, that’s six months!”
“Don’t shout at me in my own dining room.”
“I’m not shouting. I’m—” He put his hands flat on the table. “You need to see a doctor. This week.”Study Anatomy
“I’ll call Dr. Abrams’s office tomorrow,” I said.
“Dr. Abrams retired three years ago, Mom.”
I’d forgotten that.
Sarah reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
“I’ll make the appointment for you,” she said. “If you want.”
I promised I would do it myself.
I didn’t.
Three nights later, I woke up at two in the morning.
There was a strange pressure in my belly. A heaviness, low down, like someone was pressing on it from the inside. I lay on my back in the dark and tried to breathe slowly.
