a grin. Lorenzo frowned and opened his mouth. Olga waved him down. “Listen to me. I am old and I know these things. You will have many babies. Two and three at a time.” Alayna gasped. “Not three at a time.” Olga tapped the table. “Yes. You were born to do this, to be a good mother. It has left you empty, this not having the baby in your arms.” Alayna’s eyes filled as the root of her pain and fears surfaced. No one knew or understood the depth of her desperate desire to have children. Even she didn’t understand this bone-deep need to be a mother. Her ex-husband had told her a number of times he was content with just her. Inexplicably, there was a craving inside that ached and longed to be filled. Over the years she’d stopped going to weddings and baby showers because it hurt too much. So instead, she sent gifts with excuses. “ I’ve...I’ve always wanted children.” That was an understatement, but it was all she was willing to give at the moment. “ You shall have them.” Olga’s words were forceful and definite, as though she knew what the future held. Alayna watched the color rise on the older woman’s face. “You sound sure of that.” “ I am.” Olga stood and returned to the kitchen. Alayna stared at the doorway for another moment and then looked at Lorenzo. “Wow. I’m going to be a mother and have triplets. Where do I sign up?” Her heart leapt at the words while her mind scoffed and told her to forget them. She knew she would never forget what the older woman said and took a second to secure the promises in the corner of her mind. He chuckled. “Olga’s predictions have a reputation of being accurate. I will start looking at appropriate gifts for your children.” His words made her dizzy with joy and happiness. If only they came true. Picking up a chocolate Danish, she pointed it at him. “What about you? Has she talked to you about your future? How many kiddies are you going to have?” Lorenzo’s smile disappeared and was replaced by what she termed his blank face. She knew asking him any personal questions would cause him to shut down, but he’d been talking more and more as the day wore on, and the time felt right to share. “ My future does not hold children. It is filled with pain and disillusion. No one has to tell me that.” The monotone of his voice scared her. He believed what he was saying. She touched his hand. He jerked and stared into her eyes. For the space of two heartbeats they gazed at each other. “It’s okay to follow your heart.” His eyes widened and he snatched his hand away. “What, what are you talking about?” For a moment she wondered if she'd misread the signs. Maybe he was metro-sexual or bi-curious. And then she remembered how his eyes had lingered only on the big male at the store, and never any females. She pressed on. “ Is there someone you have strong feelings for?” He stood and moved to the other side of the room. “I cannot say.” “ That’s fair. We just met today and you don’t know me. But I have a few friends who are gay and they live happy with their partners.” “ Gay?” He frowned and returned to the table. “What is that?” “ Men who love other men. We call them gay.” Out of respect for so many of her friends, she would never go into some of the other names they were called. His brow furrowed and then cleared. “Men who love men are happy? This is gay?” “ Some are happy, some are sad. But that’s with any type of relationship. It’s the toss of the coin.” “ Toss of the coin?” He shook his head and stared at the table. She hid a smile, pleased he had not been offended with the men loving men comment. He was so cute when he worked through something. “Yeah, things could go either way. You follow me?” His head whipped up. “Where?” She burst out laughing. “It’s just an expression that means do you understand. You’re out of touch, you gotta learn the language.” He