Whitney drew the short straw and was stuck at the kids’ table. She glowered as she herded the kids to the kitchen table.
That left the adults in at the dining table. Well, minus Felicia, who was apparently dealing with a wicked bout of morning sickness that just kept going.
Colin leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Isn’t that, like, a morning thing?”
“For some women.” Leticia breezed past us, coming up from behind. “For Reynolds women, it’s a morning, noon, and night thing.” She rubbed her distended belly. “Glad I was through it by the fourth month. With Mel, though? Lasted until the eighth month. I was so damn glad to give birth.”
Gracie snickered.
“Oh, just you wait, missy. You’re going to be just like the rest of us.”
“I’m a lesbian. That automatically means I’m not like you.” S
