Char felt as if her stomach ballooned out and was waiting for folks to ask when her triplets were due. God knows, she wasn't even sure she could take care of one child, but at the moment she kept busy at the bakery and worked a few days a week as a temp in an office near the University. Maybe, it would all work out.
She was relaxing at home now while Diago made pasta. She forbade him to use the oven, last time she thought he might have caught the house on fire.
"What's up?" He wanted to know, later over beer and something slightly Italian or maybe Asian stirfry.
"Oh, nothing." Char was certain she might fall asleep during their Valentines' meal. At least, they were alone. No roommates to bug them. "I..saw..Linsey at the bakery." In her head, her long time friend was having a beautiful romance with a well-dressed man who evidently wanted to buy macaroons for her.
Diago remembered her from some college class. "Didn't you say she is taking a break? She found out she was sick or something?"
"Um, alcohol fetal syndrome," Char sighed, thinking she herself could only have water and milk these days during her pregnancy.
"What?" Diago squinted.
"She...she didn't know," Char told him that Linsey could barely function at the university level. She was hyper and was sometimes OCD. She'd always had ADHD. "Of course, she never knew her biological parents. I think she'll be OK. She just doesn't think of herself as a survivor."
Char shrugged, with a bit of envy. She was certain some things came to easy for her so-called friend, and yet Linsey could be her own worst enemy.
Char remembered the time some freshman guy really wanted to date Linsey and they'd met up at the university cafeteria. Linsey ended up eating what the guy left on his plate as if she was determined to show this fellow what she was truly capable of. Hopefully, this didn't happen with this new beau of hers.
"It must have been a blind date," Char decided. As much as she wanted her troubled friend Linsey to be happy, she doubted it lasted long.
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