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all it took. The entire restaurant turned to witness her shame. She threw up over the expensive platter, in front of her friends and over the hot waiter who’d been checking out one of her friends.
    With the restaurant silent, her cheeks flaming, Jennifer did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed her purse and ran toward the bathroom. Rubbing a hand down her face, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked fine, but her stomach didn’t feel fine.
    She moved to the toilet and continued to throw up.
    Jennifer curled in a ball wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. The last thing she needed was to make a fool of herself . Well, she’d done that, and the restaurant would kick her ass out of there.
    “Jennifer, are you okay?” The sound came from her closest friend Linda.
    “How would you feel if you vomited in one of the most sought after restaurant surrounded by a bunch of girls who treated you like a disease?” she asked.
    The stall to the bathroom where she was hiding opened. She stared at her long-time friend with her gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes. Linda was slim like a supermodel. She looked delicate, fragile, and sexy as hell whereas Jennifer was the polar opposite. Jennifer had brown, mousy hair with dull, brown eyes. The word slim would never be applied to her figure. She was frumpy, and no matter how many diets she went on, none of them worked.
    Her family were embarrassed by her, and her life was not turning out the way she’d like.
    “Those girls don’t care, Jen. You know that. They’ll probably find some excuse not to invite you.” Linda sat on the floor. She pulled Jennifer into her lap and stroked her hair.
    “You’ll have to go without me,” Jennifer said.
    “No, I won’t. If you’re not going then I’m not going. We’re in this together, remember.”
    “Yeah, I remember.”
    Jennifer tightened her arm around her friend’s waist. She felt comforted having her friend next to her.
    “Who would want to hang around with those girls? They talk about clothes until they’re red in the face. You know that has never appealed to me.” Linda continued to stroke her hair.
    They were silent for several minutes. Jennifer remained still in the hope that it would ease her stomach.
    “Are you feeling any better?” Linda asked.
    “Yes. I think I’m going to need to go to the doctor. I keep having waves of sickness, and then it goes.”
    She flushed the toilet, and they walked out to the sinks. Linda handed her some water. She swilled her mouth out and took the mint offered.
    “It sounds to me like you’re pregnant,” Linda said.
    Jennifer froze. “What?”
    “You started to look green when the coffee came out and then the seafood tray. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” Linda opened the door.
    Jennifer looked toward the table where her embarrassment occurred. The waiter and several cleaners were sorting out the mess.
    “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Linda led the way out of the restaurant. Jennifer watched because her friend had the parking attendant take her ticket. Minutes later, her car pulled up beside them. The attendant tried to keep Linda talking.
    Jennifer walked ‘round to the passenger side and climbed in. Being ignored was a regular occurrence for her. Closing the door, she waited for Linda to get in. Several minutes passed before her friend was able to get in and start the car.
    “Do you have another date?” Jennifer asked.
    “He wishes.”
    The car pulled away from the curb. Linda navigated the vehicle onto the main road before shooting questions again.
    “You didn’t answer me, Jen. Is there a possibility that you’re pregnant?”
    Jennifer felt her cheeks heat. “There is a slight possibility I could be pregnant.”
    “I knew it. Spill those details. What man have you been keeping from me?”
    “Nothing.” Jennifer rested her head on the door staring out of the window.
    “Nothing? How can you being pregnant be nothing?”