CHAPTER 15
Sunday morning finds Lary and Howard in his apartment on his bed in their pajamas, leaning against the headboard as they watch the long-running British soap, Coronation Street on his tiny television atop his highboy dresser.
Howard chuckles. “Karen will try to smother the baby in a jealous rage, of course. Meanwhile, Tracy will discover the baby isn’t Steve’s, and she’ll have to confess at the eleventh hour to save Amy’s life, that’s my prediction.”
He spreads more thick-cut marmalade on half a crumpet on his wicker bed table set over his lap, complete with red rose, linen napkins, a pot of English Breakfast tea, a tiny creamer, and an English Bone China cup and saucer.
Lary, propped up beside him, gazes longingly at the tiny basket of warm pastries between them on the sprea
