Page 28 of This Memory
“They didn’t tell you?”
When her face went white, I quickly said, “It’s okay. They haven’t said anything, but they wanted to have a few friends over last night to announce it. Denny called me earlier in the week, and I told him I thought it was a bad idea.”
“You did?”
I went back to looking at the menu, even though I knew what I was getting—the same thing I always got when I came to Moose Village Café: pastrami on rye with homemade chips.
“Yeah, I asked if they had spoken to you, and he said no. I told him they needed to, and personally, I think they should wait until after the first trimester. Even if Evelyn feels more confident with you carrying the baby.”
When she didn’t say anything, I glanced up. She was staring at me.
“What?”
“How do you know about the first trimester? Or any ’mestersfor that matter?”
“I did some reading.”
She dropped back in her chair. “You did some reading? Pregnancy reading? Why?”
Shrugging, I replied, “I don’t know, I was curious.”
With a slow nod, Brystol studied her menu. Wendy came back with our waters.
“Do you know what you want?”
“I do. Gavin?”
Shutting my menu, I nodded. “I’ll take my usual.”
Wendy nodded and wrote it down.
“What’s your usual?” Brystol asked.
“A pastrami on rye with chips,” Wendy answered for me.
Smiling, Brystol handed Wendy the menu. “I’ll have the same thing, but can you add french fries instead of the chips?”
“Sure,” Wendy answered.
“Oh, and can you add a side of macaroni and cheese?”
Wendy wrote it down.
“And do you have any cherry pie?”
Wendy looked at Brystol. “We do. Do you want me to bring that out at the same time as your sandwich, or wait until after?”
“Can you bring it out now?” Brystol asked, reaching for her water to take a drink. “Oh, and I’ll take some milk.”
“Milk?” Wendy and I both asked at the same time.
Brystol nodded. “Yeah, a glass of milk with the pie, please.”
Wendy looked at me, and I simply smiled.
“I’ll get the milk and pie right after I put this in.”
“Thank you!” Brystol said, lacing her hands together and placing them on the table.
