Page 27 of Sparks Still Fly

Ooooooh! Yes, please! Ready to go shopping on your rich son’s dime, Mamá?

MA:

Can I be in charge of her wardrobe?

MA:

What about toys?

MA:

Are you going to be one of those millennial parents that only wants neutral colors?

OWEN:

Geez that’s a lot of questions, Ma.

OWEN:

Also, excited much?

OWEN:

I don’t care about colors. Can we please just not make EVERYTHING pink?

LAINEY:

Leave it to us. Ma, I’ll call you.

LAINEY:

O, you go worry about other things. We got this.

MA:

This is so exciting!

OWEN:

I’m glad you think so. I was freaking out.

OWEN:

Thanks, you two. Don’t know what I’d do without you.

OWEN:

I love you both.

LAINEY:

Awwww love you too, O.

MA:

S’agapó, moro mou.

I’ve been married for two days. Since then, I’ve flown to San Diego again, sent Maeve my address, and wondered if she’d be at my house every time I pull into the driveway. As I reach the front of the house now, I can see that she’s still not here.

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