March
1958
“Well,
for one thing, you keep patting your stomach without even thinking about it and
for another, you’re glowing. And not just with love for that big, teddy bear of
a man you managed to find.”
“Well, he found me.”
“I know he did smarty-pants, but you know what I mean.” She picked up a cookie and held it out to her sister.
Lois took it and ate a few bites. She looked over at Florence and her eyes lit up. “I know we should have waited until we were married—”
“Oh pshaw,” Florence interrupted. “You’re twenty-three years old.
Lois grinned. “You’re the best. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m so excited to be pregnant and to get married to such a swell man and to be able to raise our kids right here, with yours.” Reaching over the table, she and Florence linked hands.
Florence’s eyes filled with tears. “Me too. I can’t wait to meet the beautiful baby you two will have. And to help with your wedding. I’ll make the cake and—”
“Well, about that…” Lois interrupted. “We’ve decided to get married at the courthouse in April. You know, not make it a big deal.” She patted her stomach.
Florence frowned, tipped her head in thought for a second, then said, “I understand. Will you at least let me throw you an engagement party?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Lois smiled. “You can throw us a huge engagement party and make the cake too.”
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