Which means a lot less cleanup later?” Norma Jean turned to see her son standing at the kitchen entryway. “Boy, when have I ever had carryout for a Sunday dinner?” Milán, Tiffany and Ivan filed in behind Adrian. After greetings were exchanged, Norma Jean handed each person a dish to take into the dining room. As usual, Heathcliffe blessed the food. Norma Jean said her usual thanks to the crowd for coming to dinner, and for making her home lively with laughter and love. “I want you kids to know how much it means to Cliff and me that you all can still take time out of your busy schedules to share an evening with us. It truly means a lot to me.” She sniffed. “Especially since I’m not getting any younger.” “Mom,” Adrian said, looking over at her with concern. “Why so serious? Is everything okay?” “Yes, sweetheart. I’m just...overcome with joy tonight.
