“Papa, right now Annie can’t help anyone. She’s got to take care of herself— and the baby she’s expecting.”
The door closed on the hubbub downstairs. Annie sat down on the room’s one chair, while Abe stood near her.
“Annie, Charlie Samuels called with the test results.”
“I’m fine, Abie. Just a little virus.”
“It’s not a virus. Annie, sweetheart…” Abe’s face suddenly lightened. “We… that is, you… you’re going to have a baby.”
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