“Swollen ankles, dizziness, leg cramps, constipation, and my gums are so sore I want to scream.” I tapped my stomach. “You better be worth all of this. I mean, you best be as cute as can be. I don’t even want to know what the third trimester looks like.”
I waddled over to the kitchen for a glass of milk and saw the jar of dill pickles and grabbed that too. Gulping two pickles in less than thirty seconds and chugging a huge glass of milk, I moaned with delight, rubbing my belly as my cell rang. I looked at the screen, then eyeballed the pickle jar again before answering.
“Hello?” I swished my hand around in the brine, in search of another green lump of deliciousness.
“Hey, I’m on my way over now,” Ava’s voice came from over the phone.
“Why, what’s up?” I crunched.
“Something has happened to Mayor Nalini.”
“What?” I put the pickle down, washed my briny hand, and rubbed Bobbi Jo’s little head as she jumped up on the counter.
“He was shot.”