Where did you go?" "To the end of the driveway," my mother says. "I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without feeling as if my uterus was falling out." I wince. "Do you have to be quite so graphic?" "What would you like me to call it, Zoe? A fetal living room?


The Jodi Picoult Reader's Companion: A Collection of Excerpts (ed. Simon and Schuster, 2012) - ISBN: 9781451694345


Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without...

Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without...

Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without...

Where did you go? To the end of the driveway, my mother says. I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without...