“You wouldn’t let me do this a few Christmases back,” Francy recalled. “I was pregnant with Maria. You may even have mentioned my ‘condition.’” “Did I?” Tim asked, laughing. “Well, it was a productive worry. See how healthy she turned out?” “I hope the next one will, too.” She rapped the wooden board beneath the dish drainer. “Are you?” “Yes, and believe me, in our neighborhood, you go three years without dropping another, people think something’s very wrong.” “Do you want to sit down?” He pointed to a stool by the broom closet. “Don’t be ridiculous. But let’s sit down together.” She turned
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