Mona nibbled on a taco while Laura scooped up Pozole de Pollo o Guajolote. They both glanced in amazement at Daphne Tjia, who was devouring pickled cucumbers in a glass jar. It's lunchtime. Are you full of eating sour food?
"Your behavior reminded me of my Aunt Alicia when I was young," Laura pointed out, suddenly referring to her father's younger sister, who had married last year and was expecting a child.
"I agree; I was just about to say," Mona chimed in.
Daphne Tjia skewered a piece of dill pickle. He needed those vegetables to settle his battlefield-like stomach.
"I am indeed pregnant," whispered Daphne Tjia, causing the eyes of her two friends to roll.
"Crazy. The truth is when you talk, Daphne Tjia!" Mona moved to sit next to Daphne Tjia.
