Becky put down two of her bags and opened the back door. Picking the
bags up, she clattered into the kitchen.

"James!" She closed the door with her bottom, put three of the bags down
between the stove and the table, and deposited the fourth by the fridge.
She opened the fridge door and her hand went automatically to the wine.
She picked it up, looked at the half full bottle, and put it back.

James came out of the pantry; he smiled at her. "You were gone a long
time - I was getting a bit worried."

"I went to the doctors' before shopping."

"At last! I've been worried about you. Did he sort you out?"

"Sort of. He didn't mention viruses for a change, but he did give me a
diet sheet."

"Oh come on! You don't need to lose weight. You're just about perfect,
for me, anyway." He patted her belly. "I don't like sunken tummies. You
must be well inside the normal range. It was the throwing up that was
the trouble, wasn't it?"

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