“Hey, how about me? Don’t I get a hug,” Justin asked, pretending to pout.
“Oh, I just saw you last night.” She smiled and came to Justin for a hug and a peck on the lips. She put her coat in the hall closet and then asked, “Is there anything I need to do about dinner?”
“No. Go sit in the family room and kick off your shoes. I’ll bring you some cab.”
Putting her hand on his cheek, she said, “You are such a good son.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’d say that to anyone who brought you a glass of wine and fixed you lasagna for supper.”
“I’ve changed my mind. You’re evil,” Moira said, chuckling.
Later, at the dinner table, Moira set down her fork and turned to Bailey. “Have you come out to your parents?”
Bailey looked startled. He chewed on a mouthful of lasagna.
“Mo-ther! Who said anything about Ba
