“Don’t get me started.”
Could David have a parasite, even though he’s never been anywhere?
“That bad?” Cara, hilariously pregnant, assumed an expression of professional concern.
“There’s me and there’s my stomach,” I said. “Two people. We’re at war.”
Cara had just gotten back from the little girl’s room. Her third trip. She blamed it on her pregnancy at first, but I knew better. Why else did she eat rice for lunch?
“Five years ago,” Cara began, “five years ago, I went to Thailand. I caught something, because then I got stomach problems, really bad. I was just never right after that trip.”