Chương 43: Chapter 43: Jail - James

Mitch, humming, works her way through a box containing tiny socks, sweaters and mitts. Bibs and hats rub shoulders with mini-bootees. Some of them were Cara's, some Adam's. And Vicky, growing fast in the way of very small infants, has also worn many of them.

"Looking forward to being a grandmother again?" I ask.

She turns a headlamp smile on me. "Jenny and Michael both wanted it so much. It's good to see that their plans are bearing fruit."

I chuckle... "In the most literal sense..." ...then nod down to her collection of micro-woollies. "Don't we have enough of those?"

Mitch wrinkles her nose. "I'm sorting them into sizes, looking for the ones for a newborn."

"It's going to be a while before you'll need them."

She shrugs and, resuming her humming, continues sorting. Picking out a set of pale blue mittens, she plucks at the wool, sniffs, then tosses the pair into the bin.

"Where's Larry today?" I ask. "I've not seen him around."