Eight Months Later
"...And you can visit the souvenir shop just down the hall before you leave," I announced to the group of observers oohing and awing at the art. "But please remember, the art museum closes in fifteen minutes." I gave them an award-winning smile before walking off, noticing their eyes on my swollen stomach. I could only look forward because the baby had grown so much, I could no longer see my feet.
Reaching the front, I plopped in the reception chair beside Sasha, one of my co-workers. She was a couple of years older than me and just graduated from Seattle University with a degree in art. She also recommended this job of being a tour guide six months ago, remembering when I came with Ryan on our first date.
She smiled when I took off my shoes to massage my aching feet
