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5. Eight Weeks
Haymitch watched from his position on the bed as Effie completed her nightly ritual of creams and hair brushing. She looked aloof again, distracted. It had been much of the same since she had been told she was expecting. He had lost count of the number of times he had caught her staring in the distance or at a wall.
Her routine usually ended with brushing her
hair so he was a little thrown when she shed her dressing gown and her nightgown.
She was wearing a bra underneath, which was odd since they were about to go to
sleep. At first he thought she was making a pass at him but the bra was plain
and not her usual kind of lingerie. She winced when she took it off and it was
done without a single glance for him. To puzzle him some more, she grabbed some
lotion and started rubbing it on her chest.