Morag stared at Pansy, her mouth hanging open. Antonin Dolohov had let that little slip of a girl hit him, and Parkinson apparently had no idea of how dangerous he could be or she wouldn't have done it.
And then the girl went on a tirade, and Morag wasn't sure if Parkinson even took a breath in all that! She could barely keep up with what the girl was saying, let alone respond to it all.
'I'm doing well, so far,' she interrupted, trying to get her answers in before Parkinson got too far along and she got lost in the conversation. 'I swim fairly often and I walk some. And the boat is very restful. Napping on deck with the breeze off the lake keeps me from getting so overly warm.' For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she was telling Parkinson so much.
'Pillows?' she repeated blankly. 'No, I don't know that one....'
'It fits her,' she said. Since she'd begun calling the baby by the name, she had become Anna, and Morag couldn't think of anything else that would be as good.
'Well,' she started and then stopped. They lived on a boat. Morag didn't think their idea of a nursery was going to fit Pansy's, somehow.
Oh, Merlin, she brought up shopping....
'I was wondering if you might help me out with something,' she blurted out, determined to get the woman off the idea of shopping. 'Antonin and I had a party last year at our pool for our friends and their children, and we wanted to do it again, but I'm afraid it might be too much for me. I wondered if you might help get it all set up?' she suggested. 'You're so good at parties and social events,' she added.