Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Harriet: You underestimate my appetite if you think this cereal will last me the month. But thank you.
Warren: Your cravings could be worse. My sister dipped pickles in Cool Whip during her pregnancy.
Harriet: She sounds fun. So a brother and a sister. Older or younger?
Warren: Both younger.
Harriet: Do you get along?
Warren: Yeah, we’re close. You mentioned you have a sister?
Harriet: Yes, good memory. She’s older. I was the annoying little sibling.
Warren: You and my brother will get along well then.
Warren: Hi.
Harriet: Hello.
Warren: How are you this morning?
Harriet: Meh…a little nauseous.
Warren: Can I do anything?
Harriet: Nope. I’ve got it handled. How are you?
Warren: Okay. I’m headed to work, but if you need anything, call me.
Harriet: What if you’re out on a call?
Warren: It’s fine. Call me.
Harriet: I survived the first trimester! Button is the size of a plum this week!!
Harriet: In case you were wondering.
Warren: Congrats to you both. I bet that’s a relief.
Warren: *picture of plum in palm*
Warren: I’m at the grocery store.
Harriet: Oh, look how little it is in your hand!
Harriet: Buying anything fun?
Warren: Toilet paper and peanut butter.
Harriet: Good choice. I’m about to go on stage. Talk later.
Harriet: Hey, would you like to meet for breakfast this week? I can work around your schedule.
Warren: That’d be nice. I’m available Wednesday. I’ll come to you.
Harriet: Perfect. Peaches Coffee Shop at 10. See you then.