“Not much.”
The food arrived just then, and Tory and Fortune began to fill her in with the latest news as Atty dove into the stew.At one point, she apologized for her appetite.“I can’t seem to get enough to eat.I know I’ll be as big as a horse by the time this baby’s ready.”She paused slightly, then told them, “It’s going to be a boy.”
Tory squealed with glee and wrapped her arms about the woman.At the other tables, the soldiers saw the commotion but ignored it.They were used to Atty’s mood swings.And apparently, they surmised, such erratic behavior was common among other Mutah women.
It wasn’t much later when the buzzing in the room shifted noticeably, and the entire focus turned to the man walking purposefully down the aisle toward the head table.The three people sitting near the fire
