The Dinner That Took My Father and My Child

My husband's female brother lost a game of finger-guessing and was teased into revealing the most intimate things he'd done with the opposite sex.

She suddenly looked at me with a mischievous laugh and said, "I've helped Ethan Sullivan fly."

The whole room erupted in chaos.

I clutched my five-month-old belly, tight and hard under my hands.

She seemed to only now realize the weight of her words, shrugging casually: "Oh, back when you were first pregnant, he was blacking out and couldn’t help himself."