For several months now, Alice's life had been hanging in an inbetween state. That was what pregnancy was; something in transition that was-but-wasn't. She was a mother but wasn't. A constant crescendo of not-yet.
Alice sat cross-legged on the floor, shuffling cards together and dealing out another hand of Patience. Alice wasn't very good at Patience; she got bored and cheated. One could turn that into whatever metaphor one liked
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