Isabelle had a few questions about that, but she was worried about asking in front of Cooper. His food was just about gone now, his milk nearing the bottom of his glass, and he was beginning to look sleepy. He leaned back against the booth and patted his tummy. “Are you going to have enough room for ice cream?” she asked, chuckling at him. He nodded but didn’t lean up.
“I’m sure he’ll find some room for it somewhere.” Casey glanced around, catching Wanda’s attention, and she appeared next to the table. “What do you want, Coop? Hot fudge sundae?”
As if his cord had been plugged back into an outlet, Cooper sprang up, “Yes, please!”
“Isabelle?”
Casey was looking at her expectantly, and for a moment she wasn’t sure what he was asking. Then it dawned on her. “Oh, no, no ice cream for me. Bu
