REMI'S POV
March arrived with the specific quality March had in the city — not spring, not winter, something argumentative between the two. Some days the light had the quality of something about to become, and some days the cold came back with the full conviction of a season that had not agreed to leave.
Thirty weeks.
The weight of it was, at thirty weeks, its own particular fact about daily life. Not uncomfortable in any way Okafor considered concerning — she had said at the twenty-eight-week appointment that everything was precisely where it should be and that the weight redistribution was standard and that Remi's body was managing the third trimester with the efficiency she had come to expect from this specific pregnancy, which she said in the particular dry way that meant she found
