Morag had come into town to see Heather for a routine check-up and decided to go by the house for a swim while she was in town. She could have taken a swim at the lake, she knew, but sometimes she just missed the pool. It had happy memories. And, in the pool, she could float around peacefully without a mer-person popping up wanting to talk or show her something.
Plus, she'd started noticing an increasing difficulty in moving through the passageways of the boat without her stomach getting in the way, and that was just unnerving.
Approaching the house, she spied Percy a ways in front of her, walking down the lane, and she was reminded that Parkinson had told her at that mind-numbingly dainty tea party she'd had that she needed to talk to Percy. And she hadn't done it yet. Morag made a face. The stomach being in the way was bad enough, she thought crossly, but the forgetfulness was downright appalling!
Percy turned towards their house, and she frowned, walking a little faster. Not very much faster because she was pregnant and she refused to arrive anywhere huffing and puffing.
Turning into the front garden, she called out to Percy, 'Please don't tell me that woman has sent you about that stupid fine she thinks I ought to pay. And don't even get me started about that ridiculous questionaire....'