Granny stared at me for a beat. Then she gripped her cane and hobbled home at a speed I didn't think her legs were capable of.
The night I brought Mrs. Head home, I was fast asleep.
A pillow smacked me awake.
I opened my eyes to find my mother-in-law standing over me.
"Vera's carrying twins, and you're sleeping like a log? Get up and take care of her."
When I didn't move, she grabbed my arm and hauled me out of bed.
"Go sleep in Vera's room. Makes it easier to look after her."
"What about the nurse?"
"I sent the nurse away. No hired help takes care of family the way you can."
I was only a second too slow, and her tone sharpened. "What, you don't want to?"
"You're the one who can't pop out a baby. Whose fault is that?"
I swallowed the words rising in my throat.
"How do you know it's boy-girl twins?"
"Quit your yapping. Maxwell paid someone to check."
"Does the doctor know what Vera's actually carrying?"
"Enough with the nonsense. Get moving. Whatever she's carrying, it's a Head through and through."
I watched Mrs. Head standing there, so absolutely certain of herself, and the corner of my mouth curved upward. Well then. Let's hope you won't be disappointed.