Epilogue
"Jenny, did you see the sticky note on the bulletin board from Mary? We need five more pairs of those gloves, and . . ."
Mark continues as I hold the order form against a clipboard, checking off items as he speaks. It's nearly the end of summer, and as my mother's pregnancy has become obvious, I've put in for some vacation time from the diner around her due date so I can be home to help when we bring the baby home.
"I can't imagine what it will be like to have three people helping me with the baby instead of one. The way he's kicking me all the time, keeping me up all night and sleeping all day, I think he'll be a match for us."
My mom talks a bout my little brother all the time now, and she eats everything I bring home from the diner, so my dad has to hurry if
