Entirely aware that we're expected at Nina's parents' shortly, mom calls a friend in Russia and engages in a prolonged Skype conversation.
A.: Mom.
Mom looks at what she imagines is a protruding stomach, pats it, and gives me an incredulous look.
A., mouthing the words: MOM. GET OFF THE PHONE.
Mom: [Shrug]
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