“Uh, Sally?”

Sally turned to see her best friend, Cici, staring at her distended belly.

“Yes?” Sally purred, crossing her arms.

“No offense, but you look like you’re nine months pregnant,” Cici muttered, cringing as she did.

Sally, of course, knew the reason, but she couldn’t tell her why. So she smiled and chuckled, then said “Yeah, I ate a bit too much at lunch.” She winced as her victim kicked inside her, then quickly said “Stomach cramps.”

Cici rolled her eyes. “Guuurrrlll, you’re gonna get Mr. Jennis after you with that belly,” she teased.

“I know,” Sally responded, giggling. “He’s such a fitness freak.”

“Whaddya expect from the Chuck Norris of gym coaches?” Cici said, shrugging comically. “C’mon, let’s get to class.”

Sally breathed an inward sigh of relief.

So far, so good.