Mom raked her fingers through her fine blond hair, a weary smile on her mouth. “Yeah, okay. She’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, she is. And don’t smoke while I’m gone. I’ll smell it. I’ve got a super sniffer right now.”

“You’re not my real mom,” my mother said before sticking her tongue out. I climbed into the car with its first load of boxes and headed back to the golden arches, where I bought Devi not only her bacon double cheeseburgers, but myself another pair of regular cheeseburgers because apparently I and the fetus were really feeling them.

By the time I returned home, Devi was already there, talking to my mom. She loomed over her by a half a foot, looking taller than usual because of her cutoff jean shorts and legs for days. Mom’s capris and six-inch inseam didn’t stand a chance there.

I climbed from the car and jostled the bag Devi’s way.

“I’m not fetching,” she said. “It’s pretty messed up that you think I would.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I know.” She grinned and swiped the bag from me. Seeing the extra cheeseburgers, she asked no questions, just taking her due and handing me the rest. I unpacked another burger. Mom’s brow lifted and she waved her finger at me accusingly.

“Hey, there, Miss Second Lunch. That’s not much better than a cigarette. It’s a food cigarette.”

“In your butt,” I said.

Which made no sense, but I was at a loss for words.

“No, in your butt,” Mom replied.

Because I got the immature and stupid from somewhere.

“I’m eating for two,” I reminded her before sitting on the front step of the apartment building. It’d probably be the last time I’d do so, and it would have been nice to be nostalgic about the ten years we’d lived there. But it was August and I was five feet from trash barrels that smelled so bad I was pretty sure Oscar the Grouch had actually died inside one of them.

“That’s why you got two cheeseburgers earlier—one for each of you, I thought.” Mom cast me a smirk as she got back to hauling. She’d brought some of the boxes down to the curb while I’d been gone, and she proceeded to drop them into the trunk, Tetris-ing them so she could get as much stuff in as possible. Devi stepped in to help once she’d sucked down her two cheeseburgers, using her jean shorts as a napkin.

“Classy,” I said.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to be so classy if someone had gotten me some napkins.”

“Soz, wifey.”

“Yeah, yeah. Soz.”