She laughed, “Oh...it’s all the same, really.”
“I think she has my intuition,” I said proudly.
“There’s no question.” she beamed.
“Oh, Gram...” my smiled faded, “Edward and I, we’ve done terrible things.”
She gave a mournful and knowing nod.
“Please say the baby will be ok.”
“Ah, love...it’s the way of this family. She’ll manage...she’ll manage just fine. She has your strength really, the strength of two, so never-you-mind that. She’ll have a hundred spirits to protect her. Now...what do you suppose you’ll call her? Have you given it any thought?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to Edward.” I smiled at her, full of love and trust and then I knew. “But I think I’d like to call her Willa.”
“Oh, my...” she sighed in her sweet little voice, drawing her hands to her mouth. “I’d like th
