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Towhee had to supress her knee-jerk alarm at Amalia’s rejoinder. What had Killdeer done? Oh. He’d knocked up Amalia, of course, putting her in her current predicament. She snorted, feeling awkwardly relieved. Of course her grandson hadn’t actually done something wrong. That wasn’t even possible.

She stopped, distracted by Mal’s heaving. Towhee watched, frowning. The giggling was lost on her; all she saw was the woman struggling to speak through her gagging. So the last three words came as something of a surprise. Was she talking about… the puking?

You what now? she asked, very much the deaf old granny.