Laura
Our daughter had been a girl for exactly four days, and somehow she already owned more clothes than I did.
I stood in the middle of the nursery staring at the growing collection of boxes along the wall and wondered how this had happened.
Actually, that was a lie.
I knew exactly how it happened.
Evelyn.
My mother-in-law had apparently taken finding out she was finally getting a granddaughter as permission to personally stimulate the economy of New York City.
I pulled a tiny cream dress from a box and stared at the label.
“Stephen!”
“What?”
“Your mother bought our unborn child cashmere.”
There was a pause from the hallway.
“Is that bad?”
“She’s a baby!”
He appeared in the doorway carrying Austin, who had one fist tangled in his father’s shirt.
“Babies get cold.”
“She wi
