“Well, your mother’s putting the last touches on the cake with your Aunt Sophie,” remarked the older lady, pointing at the kitchen. “They said they’ll bring it out soon. You want to come play with the birthday boy?”
Part of Karen wanted to quip, “Play what?” but decided to hold her tongue since it was her Grandma. “Erm… No thanks.”
“Suit yourself, sweetie.”
As the grown-up moved to coo at the baby, Karen gave a relieved sigh and stepped toward Tony, her cousin. The boy was only 7 months younger than her, so the two usually kept a close relationship at these things, “Hey.”
“Hey. Heh, you look like you’re in a good mood.”