Chapter 53

To Rafi’s surprise, before he could intervene, Julian’s hand firmed. He met Ted’s eyes and lifted the glass.

Ted smiled in approval. “A toast to my first grandchild!”

“And so he will be, whichever way the paternity suit turns out,” Uncle Max said cheerfully, and tossed back his zaborto the sound of Carlos sputtering.

Drinking zaborwas a lot like drinking dog urine and motor oil; Rafi, well accustomed, swallowed his with only a slight wince, and waited, napkin and water at the ready, for Julian’s inevitable coughing fit.

Julian made a tiny choking noise in his throat, his shoulders twitching, but he didn’t cough. He went very stiff and still, and swallowed, and dabbed his mouth delicately before accepting the water Rafi held out.

“What an unusual flavor,” he said, his voice hoarse but even.

Everyone had, of course, been watching intently, anticipating his reaction. Carlos pouted, but Ted laughed, smacking a fist against the table.