her young.”
My mother-in-law, Sherry, hurried toward me.
“Oh, look at my baby.”
She reached for the carrier.
I tightened my hold.
“Not yet.”
She froze.
Only briefly.
Then she smiled.
“Of course.”
She leaned closer anyway.
Far too close.
I stepped back.
“Hospital germs. I just want to settle her first.”
Ron waved dismissively.
“Everybody washed.”
I scanned the room.
Two cousins stood near our bar cart.
Three children raced through the hallway.
A teenager carried a plate of wings upstairs.
The patio doors stood open despite the cold
