Meemaw, sensing the dinner was seconds away from a total meltdown, reached for the wine bottle. "Mary, honey, why don't you go get the pie? And George, stop looking at your potatoes like they're a playbook."

Missy rolled her eyes. "He got her pregnant, Sheldon. Everyone knows but you."

"So, Mandy," Mary began, her voice strained with a forced politeness that only a Texas churchgoer could master. "I was reading about the importance of early spiritual development. Have you thought about which Sunday school class our future grandchild will be attending?"

She turned to Mandy with a wink. "Don't mind them, dear. When Mary was pregnant with Georgie, she spent three weeks convinced the baby was going to be a professional wrestler because of how hard he kicked. Turns out, he's just a tire salesman in training."