His thoughts returned to Abby. It occurred to him that she might announce her little miracle at his party, once again trying to steal his thunder. “Here’s something hot off the presses,” he said, not caring that it wasn’t his news to share. “Guess who’s knocked up?” “No clue,” David said, dipping a fry in mayo. “My sister.” The fry tumbled down David’s front, landing on his lap, three small globs of mayonnaise staining his shirt and shorts. Ken shook his head like they were in on the same joke. “I know,” he said with a chuckle. “I didn’t know she was seeing anyone, either.”
