Sylvie sat with her mother and Luce, her god-mother, surrounded by crocheting and magazines. Beyond mother and daughter, Elsa was reflected in the plate window.
To encourage labour, Elsa invited her daughter-in-law to go walking.
“Want another gown?”
“Nah, I've got my sweater.” She pulled it on.
Luce jumped up and tugged the sweater down, “You can't wear this! It's open down here.”
Sylvie waddled off to the bathroom.
Disappointed, Elsa shoved the god-mother in the shoulder and left the room, remembering the time Luce said nearly the same thing to her pregnant sister moments before Sylvie's wedding.
To encourage labour, Elsa invited her daughter-in-law to go walking.
“Want another gown?”
“Nah, I've got my sweater.” She pulled it on.
Luce jumped up and tugged the sweater down, “You can't wear this! It's open down here.”
Sylvie waddled off to the bathroom.
Disappointed, Elsa shoved the god-mother in the shoulder and left the room, remembering the time Luce said nearly the same thing to her pregnant sister moments before Sylvie's wedding.
