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Yellow"Jen gaining weight?"Rob senses rather than sees Vince turn to glance at him, his whole body shifting to do it, the leather creaking beneath him: a big, stiff-necked man."Saw her through the window this morning. In her robe. Looked a little, I don't know--plump?"Plump. Has Jen grown plump? Rob debates the matter, watching the snowflakes rush past the windshield, too light, too dry to stick; Vince hasn't bothered to turn on the wipers yet. Well, why not? Plump is as accu...