Joyce Monroe was getting a massage. After the masseuse left and only she and Lily Kennedy remained in the private room, the latter sidled up to her. "How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good."
Joyce thought she was asking about the massage, but Lily continued, "Sounds like you two are very compatible in bed. I'm so relieved."
"You..."
"By the way, have you two thought about having kids? You promised to have a few and give one to me. I've even picked out a name."
"What is it?"
"Kennedy."
Joyce suddenly felt a headache coming on.
She was exhausted. The massage had loosened her muscles, and she'd actually fallen asleep on the massage table. When she woke up, it was already evening. Lily Kennedy was sitting on a nearby sofa, playing on her phone. Seeing her awake, she teased with a grin, "Did your husband not let you sleep last night?"
Joyce ignored her, getting up from the massage table, but Lily kept talking:
