The pineapples rattle around in Claire's stomach. She arrived last night and her first meal at the hotel was pineapples and ham and chicken. Then at breakfast, pineapples and ice-cream. Maybe too many pineapples, she thinks. She drinks water and thinks about her baby. Patty if it's a girl; Daryl if it's a boy. Patty for her favorite aunt who made a morbid amount of sex with sheep jokes. Daryl because when Claire was little she was hypnotized by rainy dirt. The name Daryl evokes for her dark dense mysteries. Claire pushes aside her cup of pineapples. She drinks some more water and her stomach settles a little. She pats her belly and says no more pineapples for you, honey.