20That Saturday, Ramon announced to Nook and myself that his wife was pregnant. After the initial shocked silence, where the lull in the conversation hung between us, he said it again in case we hadn't heard him the first time.
“We're going to have a baby.”
I shook his hand vigorously. Some of his mochaccino slopped on to the table. “Congratulations, buddy. This is great news.”
Nook put his hand up and he and Ramon slapped palms. Not very convincing. They were the least likely pair to do something like that. They both looked away in embarrassment.
“How far along?” I asked.
“Just three months now.” He furrowed his thick brow and brought the mug to his lips and took a slow sip. A thin line of whipped cream stuck to his lower lip.
“What's the matter?” Nook asked. He could be quite intui
