‘Before you know it, before you know it she’s going to want us to deliver the thing. They’ll want to do it here, in our bedroom or something, with cameras – live feed to her fans. And us pulling the thing out of her.’ Utter and genuine horror leaped into his eyes. ‘Stop it, Eve. Stop it now.’ ‘Yeah, live feed, that’s Mavis to the ground. And we’ll do it.’ She spun back to him. ‘We’ll do it because she’s just sucking us in. Sucking us in like some . . .’ She windmilled her arms. ‘Like some big sucking thing. Some big pregnant sucking thing.’
