Her eyes roll around to view the floor around the table, inquiring, “Where’s Bascom?”
“Upstairs on the big bed with your Dad,” Emma tells her. “That dog can sleep through anything, and I do mean anything.”
“That’s TMI,” Jillian say to her, catches a faint blush. “But that’s okay, Miss Stone. We’re all grownups here.”
“Thanks,” she says with a quick wink, then changes the subject, “It just hit me. My last name is going to be Graves, real soon.”
Jillian tosses in, “It doesn’t have to be. You could keep your last name, or go with a hyphenated name.”
“Yeah,” James joins in, “Stone-Graves would be a real cool name.”
“I don’t think so,” Emma objects, “I’d be nominated queen of some online Gothic horde, so no.”
The others remain in laugh mode for some moments.
Jillian continues her talk w
