“Does this mean what I think it means?” Her father’s voice quavered. “Abigail, my darling girl, are you giving me a grandson?” Once again, that word: giving. As if babies were gifts women bestowed upon men. Abby bristled: “Well, I’m having a baby in November. And yes, he will be your grandson. But your gift is over there,” she said, pointing to the shrouded canvas. “The Gardner name will continue!” Adam bellowed. David
