Meena reclined on the crisp white hotel bedspread, air conditioning on “arctic blast.” She was flipping through a magazine while the baby slept. Every now and then, Iyla would make sweet little snuffling, grunting noises, followed by a sigh. For a six-mon-old, she was a pretty good traveler. Meena smirked to herself. It helped that the kid was so damn cute — part Rajulu, mostly mini- Miron.
The morning after everyone flew in, Reva and Seb both awoke early, around 7 a.m., bleary-eyed and restless from travel. They liked each other and, over the years, had fallen into a comfortable relationship punctuated by long, interesting conversations. Seb was a dynamic straight shooter, and Reva admired her son-in-law for it. That morning, the topic turned to Seb’s latest business venture.