I really hadn’t meant to say that. But it makes sense. “You’ll be twice as traumatized when one of our kids walks in on us.”
“Oneof our kids?”
I shrug.
“How many kids are we going to have, bossy?”
“Three.” Four is my ideal, but that might scare her off.
“I suppose you know the sex of these kids and their names?” She’s turned to face me, her arms crossed. I love that sassy attitude of hers.
“Ideally, boy, girl, boy. I’ve only got one boy name.”
“Oh?” She arches her brow.
“Franklin for my grandfather.”
“You want to name your son Frank?”
“If it’s a girl, she could be Frankie.”
“Oh.” Her eyes double in size. “Frankie. I love that name for a girl.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in close. “We’ll figure it out.” Bending, I kiss her softly. “I think your family left a bunch of food in the kitchen.”
Colette leans to her left so she can peek into that room. “I see fresh fruit.”
“I’m starving.”
“Me, too.”
And let me tell you, the Munsels know how to prepare a brunch.
“I just thought of something,” I say, biting into a breakfast casserole.
“What?”
“Your mom didn’t hand over the key.”
Colette chuckles. “I knew she wouldn’t. It was worth a try, though.”
I nod and tuck in another big bite. “Food’s great.”
“Eat up. There’s enough to feed an army.”
The Munsel army.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Different Is Good.
Things are different now. Not just between my family and me, but between Sam and me, too. I’ll give you an example. My sisters have been calling. Well, two out of the three have been. It’s different, because Carla and Connie have always let Candy do the calling, so to see their numbers appear on my screen is new. I like it. We’ve had some great talks. Funny enough, I feel lighter because of it. I haven’t heard a peep from Candy—not surprising. My dad is another story. In the past twelve days or so, my dad has called me every day. I can almost set my watch by his calls, because at 3:00 every afternoon, my cell rings. I’ve gotten to the point I don’t even have to look at the screen. “Hey, Dad,” I say automatically.
Then Dad responds to my salutation. “Hi, honey. Just checking in. How’s tricks?”
He always says that last bit. It makes me smile.
“Everything’s good here. How are you and Mom? You feeling okay?”
