“Why are you so worried about pregnancy?” Ziggy asks. “You take the pill, right?” Frankie laughs emptily. “Yes. But I’m still paranoid that by sheer force of giant ginger will, Ren is going to knock me up. He stares at babies like I stare at burgers—like there’s never enough of them and they’re vital to existence. The man thinks he’s subtle, but he’s not.”
