They are marveling at the way she is curled up .They are marveling at her pending motherhood .They are marveling at her being only sixteen .They are marveling at her feet injury .
Why is the narrator staring at the woman ?
Her bare feet curled and stretched pleasantly against the cool floor as she measured , sifted , stirred . She was sixteen weeks pregnant and brimful of a delicious , private joy . Her body felt lush and promissory as the dark soil of a river delta . That he would knock on her door now seemed to make an odd sort of sense .