Sean
"Run brother, run as fast as you can," Bethan said to me, as she came out of our parents home in her
dark blue, midnight-evening gown
. Her stomach protruded like a beach ball under a blanket. Tristan came up beside her, and helped her down the stairs. He was dressed in his best suit, the one I had bought for him last Christmas.
"Didn t the party just start?" I asked, amused as they tried to make their escape.
She shook her head at me, messing up her dark curls. "I just couldn t deal with it anymore, Ralph. When mom brought out the pianist, I had to get out of there."
I nodded. These events took a lot out Bethan. She—well,
we
— both felt like as though we were on display for all of the elite members of Boston to ogle at. However, because of my profession, and my frequent dealings with the media and general public, I was better at faking my interest than she was.
"You used your pregnancy, didn t you?"