“was in the first trimester. All beige food—obviously—but I couldn’t eat enough pork scratchings if I tried. There was something about the little hairs on the crisps,” she shrugged, jubilant in her unpleasantness. The women laughed and began to speak louder and louder, competing to tell their own anecdotes, about the time, once, when they were disgusting.
When they were disgusting
