Chapter 8
Mother and Father were already in the waiting room at Baltimore General. Father did tend to drive like a maniac—something we’d gotten from him.
We kissed Mother’s cheek and shook Father’s hand.
“Do you have any news?” Tony asked.
“Nothing yet.”
I looked around. “Where’s Nigel?”
“He’s with your sister.”
“How did he manage that? When I spoke to him, he said they wouldn’t let him in the delivery room.”
“You know Nigel,” Mother said. “He can be extremely charming.”
He could. Portia told me of the time she and Nigel were having dinner with Mother and the question of a girl’s name came up, on the off chance my sister and her husband had a daughter. Nigel admitted they hadn’t chosen a name, but if they did have a little girl, they would just name her after the day of the week o
