Summary: "Jean walked into the kitchen. It was narrow, the space between the sink and the counter where Carl leaned, and her belly, their child, rasped against his rear as she passed. This sort of thing occurred more often now. He wasn’t sure if the touching was always an accident, a slight female misjudgment of her increasing diameter. Maybe there was something more basic to it, like magnetism. He was right to think there were other reasons for the rub. She knew what she was doing."—"These Things Happen"
