"Oo. Let me think." Debi carefully set Junior in her high chair and contemplated her choices. "A glass of wine, and maybe some of that - ghoulash, they're calling it? I'm starved!"
She stood on her toes to kiss Zach, then took her seat. Two years ago she'd come here alone, and now she had a husband and a daughter, and she knew or had met most of the people in the room. Life is so good, she thought as she watched Zach head toward the bar.