“Trudy, are you OK? Let me in.”
“Leave me alone, Tammy.”
Tammy sat in the hallway with her back against the bathroom door, her giant belly pressing the air out of her lungs, forcing her to sit up as straight as possible just so she could take a breath. “Oh my God. Are you pregnant, Trudy?”
The door opened suddenly, throwing Tammy off balance. She almost toppled over. “Get in here. Don’t say that. Do you want to kill our mother?”
“Well, are you?” Tammy sat on the edge of the tub. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world, you know. We could raise our kids together! Happy families.” She said this last part in a loopy singsong voice.
Psycho, thought Trudy. She put her toothbrush in the dirty mug by the sink and turned to her sister. “Tammy, you have to have sex to get pregnant. You know I don’t do that.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m just sick. I need to see the doctor.”