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Now with Thanksgiving a few weeks away, sheaves of corn and scarecrows were propped in various corners of the fortieth floor, and each desk had a small pumpkin with faces drawn on rather than carved into them. And a few days before Thanksgiving, Parrish was informed, they’d all be given a turkey. He didn’t cook, though, so he’d donate his to a local food bank. In the middle of all that, the entire staff of BB&H learned Mrs. Campbell’s doctor was even more concerned about the pregnancy than they’d originally suspected, and the twins’ birth date, originally around Christmas, was going to be pushed up. Everyone chipped in and sent her two baskets filled with baby supplies: baby powder, baby shampoo, baby wipes, diaper cream, towels with hoods, washcloths, soft hairbrushes. Bibs, burp cloths,