Outside the sky flashes and churns. She closes her eyes and feels hot and stuffs her hand between her legs in case her baby falls out. She feels dizzy and sick. She opens her mouth so her stomach can force out the yellow and gray swamp of half digested pineapples and tuna. In her heaving she knows the sky is shaking. Doubled over the toilet, she feels herself shake and thinks Patty----Daryl don't fall out---don't fall out on me---oh Baby don't fall...