"Do I look sick to you?" Anne asked, her tone edged with curiosity rather than concern.
Coco looked at her with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. "You just finished five plates of food, Anne, and you don't see anything wrong with that?"
Anne shrugged, brushing a loose strand of blond hair from her face. "That is nothing. Ever since I came to Capitol City, my appetite for food has increased. It's nothing to worry about."
Belle leaned back in her chair, an eyebrow arching skeptically. "If not for the fact that Mr. Richmond is impotent and you haven't slept with another man, I would have sworn that you are pregnant, Anne."
Anne threw her head back and laughed. "That is impossible. If I were pregnant, I'd suppose to be barfing out my guts in the toilet."
