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Chapter 68
Mitch, humming, works her way through a box containing tiny socks, sweaters and mitts. Bibs and hats rub shoulders with mini-bootees. Some of them were Cara’s, some Adam’s. And Vicky, growing fast in the way of very small infants, has also worn many of them. “Looking forward to being a grandmother again?” I ask. She turns a headlamp smile on me. “Jenny and Michael both wanted it so much. It’s good to see that their plans are bearing fruit.” I chuckle… “In the most literal sense…” …then nod down to her collection of micro-woollies. “Don’t we have enough of those?” Mitch wrinkles her nose. “I’m sorting them into sizes, looking for the ones for a newborn.” “It’s going to be a while before you’ll need them.” She shrugs and, resuming her humming, continues sorting. Picking out a set of pa
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