There was a decal of a piglet doing a pirouette in toe shoes on the chest.“What do you think?” The light flashed against the lens of his tortoiseshell glasses.“Um, Tabitha is having a baby boy?” she said.They had snuck out on their lunch break at the library to shop for Tabitha’s baby shower at the nearby boutique Tater Tots.“So?” Hudson looked at it sadly and put it away. “You’re right. Why isn’t she having a girl? This is so cute.”Hudson was impeccably dressed as usual; only he could make a thick down jacket look slim and elegant, but something was different. A few months ago, he had finally come out to his mother, and while things had been frosty for a while, the grand Mrs. Rafferty had finally come around to the reality of the situation and had even agreed to meet his boyfriend. It turned out that as long as any discussion of politics was assiduously avoided, Hudson’s mother and Scott got along swimmingly—to such a degree that Hudson felt a bit left out at times.
