11
LINCOLN
Myla and I lead Camilla and Xavier to the baby’s room and open the door with a flourish. “As you can see, we have some work to do.”
Camilla enters, then steps around in a slow circle. “You’re not kidding.”
Xavier walks in as well. “I know little about babies, but it seems like you need more than this.”
“We do have one baby toy.” Myla gestures toward a particular closet. “It’s in there.”
Camilla opens the closet door and gasps. “Someone gave you that to share with a baby?”
I tilt my head in what I hope is an excellent show of genuine confusion. “Why? Are there better toys?”
Camilla keeps staring at the bear. “That needs to go in the trash.”
Xavier looks over Camilla’s shoulder. “No, that needs an exorcism.”
Myla’s parents whisper for a few moments before turning to face
