“Thanks so much,” Buck said. He hurried down the hall, then stopped and turned around. “Mother Doe?” “We have been through the alphabet several times with all the unidentified Does. By the time your wife arrived, we were into descriptive terms.” “But she’s not.” “Not what?” “A mother.” “Well, if she and the baby survive this, she will be, in about seven months.”
Congrats, Buck
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Emily
