Torina threw up her hands. “I’m busy baking biscuits in my oven, bird, and I’ve heard the words island and lake so many times now they don’t even sound like real words anymore. The lady—with the belly—is getting annoyed.” Perry managed to seem sheepish and proud. Covering his mouth with one wing, he murmured, “Island,” just as a coffee mug sailed his way.
True family bliss.
