When I am five months pregnant we are ready to fully make the move but we spend time, first, on vacation in Toronto. During our stay there, Future tells me that one of their best friends is getting an award. They buy me clothes to attend the ceremony, a fitted black dress, and even five months pregnant, I feel gorgeous and sexy in it. We get into Future’s car and drive to their friend’s house to pick them up. Weird, I think. Why don’t they have their own transportation, I wonder, though fleetingly.
