Jennifer Pratt unwraps the cellophane on her pack of Kents and neatly tears open the foil beneath before thumbing the lighter in.
The stranger beside her laughs. "Thought I was the only one to have a car old enough to have one of those."
The lighter pops. Jennifer pulls it out; holds the glowing coils to the cigarette grasped between her lips. She inhales deeply, sucks down greedily. "Want one?"
The stranger waves a hand away. "Can't. Pregnant again."
Jennifer looks at her. "Are congratulations in order?"
"Unexpected, both of them. This wasn't the way I'd planned for life to go."