"Thinks she's so great because she's friends with the owner . . . calling *me* a little girl," Amanda fumed under her breath. "Yeah, we'll see."
She stared at the sentence and erased the 4 of 45, then submitted the new sentence. Or at least that's what she'd *thought* she'd done, but by accident she'd erased both numbers and the app, needing something specific there--there were other white women sitting down, and it couldn't deal with all of them at once--had defaulted to 0. The sentence that Amanda had tweaked now read "A 0 year old white woman sits down."
Immediately, Amanda looked over to where Janice had been sitting. There was nothing--all trace of her had vanished. "Oops," Amanda said halfheartedly, not really caring and figuring that the rude woman had gotten what she deserved. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Was that guilt? No--suddenly she really needed to pee. Getting to her feet, Amanda started waddling across the floor towards the employee restroom.
"You doin' okay, hon?" Hailey called with concern. "You look about ready to pop."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to--OH MY GOSH!" Amanda's hands had unknowingly come to rest upon her now bulging belly, as she was heavily pregnant. The baby sat quite low down on her hips; she was almost certainly quite close to full term if not overdo. At her outburst, Hailey bounded across to her.
"You sure you're okay? That didn't sound like it."
"N---Yeah," Amanda said shakily. "Just gotta use the restroom. I'll be fine." She accepted Hailey's pat on the shoulder and headed into the small single restroom, locking the door so she could examine herself. Gingerly lifting her shirt that had changed to a floral-patterned maternity shirt, she looked down at her belly which protruded far into her new maternity elastic pants. Her skin was warm and taut, firm and smooth, and as she felt it something kicked at her.
She knew it was Janice. The 0 year old woman had to go somewhere, and she had "sat down"--far, far down in Amanda's own body.
This had been a big mistake, but Amanda was torn. On the one hand, new hormones were flooding her body and she felt an intense love towards this baby that she hadn't had until moments ago. On the other, she was horrified. This was *not* how she'd wanted to have children, and how on earth could she make this right without actually having to give birth to this child? What's more, she'd left her phone out at her desk so she couldn't even mess around with it then. Amanda stared at herself in the mirror while rubbing circles on her stomach, contemplating her options.