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Yvonne's POV

“You want me to pick up something for dinner?” Cynthia asked as she climbed in behind the wheel of her car.

I shook my head. “No, I’m good. I am absolutely exhausted. I feel like I ran a marathon.”

She laughed. “You are one hell of a shopper. I think it’s because you’ve been doing so much online shopping, you forget how tiring it can be when you actually have to be in the store.”

I nodded, completely agreeing with her. “I’ll have to learn to pace myself.”

“It was a good day. We got a lot accomplished. I would say you are at least halfway to getting everything you need.”

I groaned. “All day and only halfway there?”

“We’ll take another day to shop, plus whatever you buy online,” she assured me.

“If I am as big as a house, the last thing I’m going to want to do is shop for hours. We’ll have to make it a trip within the next month or two; otherwise, I’m going to need a wheelchair or one of those motorized carts. What if I can’t wear my heels?” I asked in horror.

She laughed a