“In the morning.”
“That doesn’t look or smell like hospital food,” a voice said from the doorway.
“Babs,” Mrs. Foster said, “and Jonathan. What a pleasant surprise.”
“It’s more of a surprise than you know, Mom,” Tom said, looking at his sister. “Look at her left hand. She just happens to be holding it so you can see the ring.”
“That’s hardly a surprise,” Mrs. Foster said. “I’ve seen it coming for quite a while. When did this happen?”
“Last night,” Barbara said. “Isn’t the ring gorgeous?”
“Have you set a date?” Tom said.
“Next June. Needless to say, I expect you to play and Noah to sing.”
“That we can do, sis, provided it’s very early in June.”
“Why very early in June?” Mrs. Foster said.
“Well, it’s not quite cast in concrete, but I’ll probably be on a concert tour in the UK next summer from mid-June until mid-August.”
“That’s wonderful,” Mrs. Foster said.
“That it is,” Barbara said, “and I think we can work around your schedule.”