#Chapter 13 - Fiona

Fiona finishes saying good morning to Kent and stops at our little table on the way out. “This beauty must be Fay,” she says as she arrives, giving me a big smile. She has a thick New York accent, a little like Fran Drescher, and I can’t help but be charmed by her sweet, brusk nature. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say. “Oh baby,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “I already know all about you. Big Boy over there told me everything,” she says, nodding at him over her shoulder. I blush again. Big Boy? Seriously? What woman has the balls to call Kent Lippert Big Boy? I laugh despite myself. “All good things, I hope.” “Only the best,” she replies. “I’ll catch you two babies later,” she says, swooping down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek as she goes. “And you,” she points a manicured nail at me, “you’re going shopping with me later, okay? Okay.” She leaves without waiting for a response. I watch her as she goes, a little jealous of her confidence as well as her