That proved a real test, since the images of the night before flashed in his head like a slideshow, and the words of the Village Elder drifted through his mind like a sound track. The last thing he wanted was to worry her more than her face suggested she managed to do on her own. He loved her for her concern, but it did little or nothing for either of them. He saw from the corner of his eye her right hand go again to her belly. “Are you feeling, okay?” he asked. “Oh, yeah,” she said and patted his hand in hers. “I’m a little nervous, I guess. I’m not sure what to expect.” She smiled at him, and her eyes told him it was his reaction she was most uncertain about. “Well,” he mustered to change the subject, “we should at least get you some real Creole food. I’ll try and find a Boudin joint in Chackbay for us.” “Boudin?” “It’s a type of spicy sausage,” he told her. “It’s packed full of tangy meat and rice, and it’s totally delicious.” He hadn’t thought about Boudin in years, but realized that despite gorging himself on free breakfast, he could easily pack away a serious volume of the delicious taste-like-home sausage.
