being.
'Shari Blossom. Or I should say, Shari Stinger. She and Craig are very happy. I think they were in love with each other for years, but neither could let down their guard and admit it.'
'That's great,' Bobby said, 'but why were you at the doctor's? Are you sick?'
'Anyway, she's pregnant. Twins! Can you believe it?'
'A pair of little Stingers. If they have her brains and his teeth, they'll be little beavers.'
'Bobby! Be nice.'
'Okay, but why were you at the…'
Omigod.
It struck him them. Of course. They'd been trying, after all.
'My OB-GYN,' she said, with a smile like sunlight on a spring day.
'Why were you at the OB-GYN?'
'Why do you think, silly?'
'Oh wow! Holy cow! Oh boy!'
'Or girl,' she said.
'Oh, Chrissy!' A thousand thoughts swirled through Bobby's head. His life had become a sweet potion that overflowed the glass, and he was drunk with happiness and excitement. 'Scott, get your mother a chair. Chrissy, are you too warm? Too cold? Do you need anything?'
'Bob-by,' Christine sang out, melodiously.
'Yes?'
'Relax. And don't burn the chicken.'
'Right. The chicken. Scott, do you have anything to say to your mother?'
'Sure, Dad. Hey Mom, I'll give you two-to-one I'm gonna have a sister.'
