“f**k, I THOUGHT she was going to have a stroke when we told her about the baby,” I said to Adriana as we drove to my house after dinner.
“She actually took it better than I thought she would.”
“At least she let me stay,” I joked. “It must have been the pie that saved me. Glad I made that.”
“She loved the pie.”
“I saw that. She’s eating better now, isn’t she?”
Adriana nodded.
“Did she ever talk to you about her headaches or what the doctor said about them?”
“We’ve both been so busy, with working and shopping, that I forgot to bring it up again. She seems like she’s doing better, though.”
“It if was important, I’m sure she’d tell you.”
“I hope so. I’m definitely asking her about it when I get home.”
“Who said I’m letting you go home?” I said and then gave a menacing laugh.
Adria
