“Felicitations are in order,” Keiko says when she joins us after visiting the bathroom once we arrived. “Huh?” I ask. Keiko leans forward and says, “Coraline informed me of your visceral relationship and pending nuptials. I would be remiss if I didn’t say I predicted your coupling, but my projection was off. I assumed you would be joined in a committed union a few months ago and would be feverishly having coitus by now.” Dear Jesus, Cora. What did she say? “Coitus?” Romeo’s face scrunches up. Keiko nods. “Penetration.”
