She looked at her friend, perched on the edge of the armchair, and she couldn’t help her eyes wandering to Margot’s belly. It protruded from her now, balloon-like, almost cartoonish. Each time Piglet saw her, Margot’s body had changed. After the first month of her pregnancy being visible, Piglet had forced herself to stop asking questions. Margot would answer, but Piglet had always felt little-girlish, naïve, in her marvelling.
