She stepped into the bar and let her eyes adjust. Maria was behind the bar looking at her expectantly. Sarah grinned and headed over. Maria smiled back. “Guess I don’t have to ask,” the older woman declared. Sarah set the photos down on the bar. Maria picked them up and nodded. “What’s that?” Milo, one of the bar’s regulars, asked. “Slick’s got a bun in the oven,” Maria replied. “Oh, yeah? Can she get my hamburger bun in the oven so’s I can eat? Let me see that anyway,” he said. He scrutinized the strip. “Don’t look like much.” Maria snorted. “That’s because it’s the size of your brain.” To Sarah she said, “Congratulations, honey,” and swept Sarah into a hug when Sarah moved behind the bar. Milo grunted. “This puts me to mind that I should make a few calls around to see if I got any little Milos on the way.”
