I meet her in a bar. She’s heavily pregnant and chugging gin like no tomorrow. I tell her to slow down, she tells me to fuck off. I laugh and we get talking. I ask when she is due. She tells me that it isn’t normal and I wouldn’t understand. There’s something in the way she speaks, not quite a dismissive tone. I guess it’s an invitation to press the matter, so I do. She points to her bellybutton and tells me how it captures the moon’s reflection. I laugh. I mean, some crazy pregnant girl telling me how her belly somehow reflects the moon? She sighs and looks me square in the eye. A moment’s hesitation and she hands me a key. She tells me to walk with her as she heads for the door.