We’re relaxed
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Sarah Grote (Wicked Things #2 in 2020, I believe) and something has definitely happened to her but I don’t know what. Lottie is still preoccupied with babies slithering out and having a drink. I don’t think even a trained midwife could disabuse her of this notion.
Yes, I’m not sure what exactly has happened to Sarah, but she’s looking a bit more .. PLURAL, I suppose, than the last time I recall seeing her.
Aww, Pepper’s become an old dog. Still knows which members of the family are susceptible to begging, though.
I like Bbbbbbb. Pronounced Barbara.
Lottie will be a perfect aunt and Sarah seems happier than how she used to be, and still able to contain her sister. Also, maybe is me, but it’s kinda funny to see a pregnant woman just after the previous page. Looks almost like a…
Sarah Grote! I can’t remember, did she remain friends with Esther De Groot?
In Giant Days there was a bit of fallout from Sarah getting together with the Boy not… MASSIVELY long after Esther had her ‘first-term hijinks’ and slept with whatever that sleazy hipster bloke was called, confessed, and was dumped over the ‘phone. They talked it out and all was satisfactorily squared away, as best I recall. Plus of course any Sarah/ Boy association of that particular order was at best somewhat short-lived, as he subsequently got together with Erin. Might be forgetting a detail or two but it’s been years!
TELL US WHO THE FATHER IS JOHN
Dr Ethelbert Eschscholzia.
I don’t trust Lottie with auntie power
Then again, what she can be trusted with is always a game of chance
Well Shelley trusts Lottie enough to be Peggy’s Godmother. I’m sure she can take care of her own flesh and blood fine enough.
Lottie has clearly found an abandoned copy of Elon Musk’s baby name book at a bus stop or propping up the short leg of a table somewhere.
You’re sister’s right, Sarah. Roman numerals aren’t just for royalty. Think about Rocky II, III, and IV!!
I had a Dwarf Fortress once that produced a vulture bone battleaxe named Roastednuts. It menaced with spikes of vulture bone.
Back in the olden days when I was married, I used to torture my ex by insisting we name our spawn “Pugsley.” She was having none of it.
It’s probably for the best that the theoretical spawn never clawed its way out of her womb. She probably would have saddled it with the name “Gerald” or something. Clearly I would have no say in the matter.
Actually, I think the name “IX” would be pretty cool. Pronounced either “icks” or “nine” depending on how mad I was at the kid at the time.
The odds of me being able to name a child these days are pretty slim though. (Even if offered, I don’t think I’d wish my weird ginger genetics on any kid.)
kVIIIerine is available!
What’s wrong with good old fashioned names like Euphrosnia, Sophronia, Graton or Quimby?