“What are you talking about, Ronald?” Catherine said. “My mother loved Morris before what?”
“Before Halloween, of course,” Simon interjected, sending a warning glance at his brother.
Catherine looked from one boy to the other. “What aren't you telling me?”
“Uh... nothing,” Ronnie said, motioning the waitress to come over. “What kinda dessert do you want, Sophie?”
“What do they have?” she asked.
“All sorts of pies, puddings, cakes, ice cream. Whaddya want?” he asked.
“One of each,” Sophie said.
“Come on, be serious,” Ronnie said.
“One. Of. Each,” she repeated just as the waitress came. “We can all share just as long as I get to try them all.”
“You mean eat most of them,” Cassandra said, grinning across at her.
“You're crazy, you know that?” Ronnie said.
“No, just perpetually hungry,” Sophie replied.