Page 15 of Babies at Coconuts

Suzy noticed Izzy texting so fast she was surprised her phone didn’t catch on fire. She’s probably telling her friends about her unorthodox, crazy family.

Alex studied Izzy and whispered to Hope. “I thought I was addicted to my phone. Izzy never puts that damn thing down.”

“Are we ever going to eat?” Ken said, getting everyone back on track. “I’m starving.”

“Cheers to that,” Luigi said.

Chef Raj had been standing near the food, appearing amused by the announcements. He spread his arms. “Welcome to Indian Summer. On this happy occasion, I’ve made for you quinoa soup, chick pea curry, butter chicken, Indian shrimp curry, lentils, basmati rice, and Naan.

Mama Gia wrinkled her nose. “I don’t have any idea what any of that is. No minestrone soup?”

Frowning, the chef peered at Suzy, who shrugged and glanced at her guests for moral support.

The chef shuffled from foot to foot, obviously weighing the quandary of the guests who apparently weren’t familiar with Indian cuisine. He simply said, “Enjoy,” and motioned toward the food.

Ken tapped on a glass with a knife. “Everyone, let’s get started before the food gets cold. We have a wedding tomorrow.”

Happy her husband was attempting order, Suzy stepped near her friends.

Alex fell in line and leaned over. “How do you think the baby news went over?”

“I’d say pretty well considering she didn’t know a thing about it.” Suzy ran her fingers through her hair. “This may be a wild wedding.”

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