Not really ~ it just seems likely that every now and then he would stagger home from the bar, reeking of absinthe, and give her one whilst thinking about the new waitress. He would then roll over and go to sleep. She, like a good French Catholic, would accept this as her burden and the resultant pregancy was never mentioned or noticed. Just as he would never notice anything other than the lack of his dinner on the table when he got home from work.
According to her daughters she was sometimes a bit "Fragile" and he would have accepted this as "Madam's weight problems", regret the fact that the young slender girl he had married had turned into the current tub of lard and life would carry on as before.
