Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Weiner

Author:Jennifer Weiner
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9780743499903
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2004-09-14T07:00:00+00:00

Half an hour later, Ava was napping in her stroller, and Becky, Ayinde, and Lia were sitting on a horrific orange-and-brown-plaid couch in Kelly’s formerly vacant living room. Oliver, who appeared to have doubled in size since his birth, was lying underneath his Gymini, chewing on one drooly fist. And Kelly, dressed in what looked like her old maternity workout wear, was talking on her telephone’s headset, keeping one eye on her baby and one on her computer screen.

“Paul, let me make sure I understand,” she said. She smiled at Becky and Ayinde, beamed at the babies, and nodded at Lia, who’d whispered her name. “There was a typhoon? And that’s why the candles are still in Thailand? Well, what’s our contingency plan?” She listened, frowning, tapping a pen against her desk. “So we have no contingency plan. And there’s no candle in the entire tristate region that would be acceptable. Right. Yes. Yes, I’ll wait.” She put her hand over the mouthpiece and made a face. “This is why I don’t do weddings,” she whispered, as someone—Paul, presumably—started screaming on the other end of the phone. “Paul. Paul. PAUL! Listen to me! We are talking about centerpieces, not the AIDS vaccine. I really don’t think a call to the consulate is going to get us anywhere. What I suggest you do is start calling suppliers in New York. I can fax you a list, and I’ll put stars next to the best bets. Pick out half a dozen candles in the same color palette. I’ll stop over in the morning, and we’ll speak to the bride together. Right. Yes. Ten o’clock. Right. Okay, I’ll see you then.” She hung up the phone and sank onto the floor where she sat cross-legged beside her baby and her sleeping dog.

“Oh my God!” she said, staring up at Lia. “You’re famous!”

“Well, not exactly,” Lia said with a smile. She pointed to the phone. “That sounded interesting.”

“Are you working?” Becky asked.

“Agh. Not exactly,” Kelly said. “My former boss had an emergency, and I told her I’d help out. The bride fell in love with these candles from Thailand. Unfortunately, three hundred of them are stuck in a boat in a harbor because of a typhoon. They won’t be here in time for her wedding.”

“So what happens now?” Becky asked.

“Bad things,” said Kelly. She lifted Oliver into her arms, rolled onto her back, and started pressing the baby over her head. Oliver’s pudgy legs dangled, and his hands opened and closed as his mother pumped him up and down. “The noble duke of York,” Kelly chanted. “He had ten thousand men! He marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again!”

Ayinde looked at her watch. “Can I borrow your crib?” she asked.

“Go…right…ahead,” Kelly said between presses.

“He doesn’t even look sleepy!” Becky said.

Ayinde shrugged apologetically, scooped Julian into her arms, and carried him to the nursery.

“Don’t mind her; she’s joined the cult,” Becky whispered to Lia. “Priscilla Prewitt. Ever heard of her? She’s Ayinde’s guru.

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