I’m surprised to see Orla’s name on my caller ID. Worried something is wrong, I rush to answer, dropping the phone on the ground. ”Celeste?” Orla’s voice comes through over speaker, which I must have bumped in my haste.

”Yes! I’m here! Is the baby all right?”

”What? He’s fine. I was just calling about dinner tonight.”

”Oh.” I finally pick the phone up and get it situated by my ear ...