Chapter 7
Atlanta, GA
Charles
AFTER MY CALL to Philip, I hurried home in record time. As soon as I walked in the door, I located both Steve and Grace and asked them to join Philip and me in the sunroom with Gran. When everyone was present, I said, “I got a call from the clinic in Boston just before lunch.”
“And?” Philip said.
“Twin boys were delivered prematurely around midmorning. One of them is underweight but otherwise okay, but the other one was stillborn.”
“Oh, Charles,” Gran said. “How sad. I’m so sorry.”
“I know, but I don’t have time to worry about that. What we have to do is go to Boston and deal with it. The question is, will you and Steve be okay while we’re gone?”
“You know we will,” Gran said. “Grace has the babies in hand, and Steve and I will look out for each other.
