Felicia sips hot chocolate as Eleanor sets plates. Tight sweaters, lingering looks. Cathy slows with the turkey: “Something doesn’t add up.”
Felicia sat down at the table and slowly began sipping her hot chocolate.
Eleanor started setting the plates, but then she paused — it was hard not to notice that Felicia’s small sweater was barely keeping up with what was pushing against it.
At the same time, Felicia realized that Eleanor’s chest looked fuller than it had just moments ago. Not enough to be immediately obvious… but definitely enough to be impossible to ignore.
Cathy came in from the kitchen carrying the turkey. She slowed her step and silently watched the two of them.
“Something here really doesn’t add up…” she thought. “Could it be their sweaters?”