“Alexia had found pregnancy relatively manageable, up to a point. That point having been some three weeks ago, at which juncture her natural reserves of control gave way to sentimentality. Only yesterday she had ended breakfast sobbing over the fried eggs because they looked at her funny. The pack had spent a good half hour trying to find a way to pacify her. Her husband was so worried he looked to start crying himself.”
Hello all, throws around heart-shaped candies
This time I picked a page myself by flipping through the book. I picked page 38.
‘Oh my,’ squealed Zoe, her hand flying to her mouth in astonishment. Coco twitched her arms and then her tail. Then she stood up shakily on her furry legs, and jumped into Zoe’s arms. Zoe hugged Coco tightly, and I could see tears shining in the corners of her eyes.