“This is—it’s good. Very good.”
Tilly whistles. “Coming from her, I think it’s akin to a standing ovation.”
She shoots him a glare, and he grins and hugs her. “Come on, Ma. Just admit it. Sana’s artwork blew your mind.”
Vera releases her breath in a long sigh. “Okay, Sana’s artwork is more good than anything I see before.”
“Dang, that’s quite the compliment,” Julia says, nudging Sana, who’s red in the face and grinning.
“You like it?” Sana says. “Really?”
“Yes, better than when I give birth to Tilly.”
“Ooof,” Tilly says. Oliver pats his shoulder.
“Nothing personal, Tilly,” Vera says, “is just that you a very ugly baby.”
“Yep, nothing personal about that, Ma.”