Chapter 17
Atlanta, GA
Philip
THE NEXT FEW weeks passed by quickly. On a Friday afternoon, Charles and I were at our respective desks in the sewing room—which we now called our office—when his cell phone rang. He said, “This call is from Boston,” before he answered. Evidently the call was from the lawyer who’d arranged for the surrogate mothers, as I heard Charles thank him for the information and tell him to contact William and Henry for the second payment that he was now due.
He hung up and said, “We have two pregnancies underway.”
“Is the s*x confirmed yet?”
“There’s a 99 percent certainty that they’re boys. We’ll know for sure in a couple of weeks.”
“You know what I’ve been thinking?” I said.
“For once, I haven’t a clue.”
“I sort of like living here. Don’t you?”
“Yes, it’s be
