Renee continued to glare at Bob, tired of having to carry the firewood and continue Bob's little worker's-comp lie. Funny, she thought, how his "back is too tweaked to work," but he's perfectly capable of three minutes of bad sex. But the joke's on him: the baby she's carrying isn't his--well, she's 90 percent sure.
(If you didn't notice she's pregnant, look a little closer at the picture.)