The spectre of a glaring Abby haunted Nina and Rory. Their Saturday evening was going to be spent with Joy and Martin. As the provider of the gossip about the Phillips family, Joy would be able to fill in the finer details. She would relish an opportunity to share the information.
They were barely through the door before Joy had pressed another tiny blue outfit for the baby on them. Ushered into the living room, a buffet was laid out on the sideboard.
"I thought I would put out some food and then you can pick at what you want. When I was pregnant with Rory, I became a very fussy eater. I couldn't stand the smell of something one week and then I'd be fine the next. Eat as much or as little as you want, Nina. Rory, leave some for everyone else."
