“What the hell is that thing,” Alaira asked.
She wrinkled her nose. But she reached out her hand and snatched the small statue from me. Fingers gripped fecund breasts, completely encasing its stubby legs and swollen belly. Hooking her arm through mine, she nestled the statue in the crook of her other arm like a baby and dragged me into a house already swarming with people.
Without letting go of the round little body, Alaira poured me a drink.
“Where did you find this,” she asked. It was much later. At least three drinks and a tremendous amount of laughter later.
But she still hadn’t let go of the figurine.
“Just a second hand store, sitting on a shelf with a bunch of other stuff.” I blushed, embarassed that I’d admitted to my closest friend that I’d picked up her house warming gift at a thrift store. But she didn’t acknowledge the comment, so maybe it didn’t matter.
“Well, it’s amazing. I’m so glad you found her.” Her thumb rubbed hypnotic circles on the swollen belly. One hand rested on her own taut, flat belly. And she smiled. “This is the best gift ever. We’ll name her after you.”