Wyatt said, “I know you said you didn’t want to shop, but some of these things look really cute.”
Beatrice laughed. “I think I’m still just trying to absorb the happy surprise. But . . . oh, look.”
There were; among adorable pillowcase dresses, bibs, baby hats, and knit booties; some homemade stuffed animals.
Wyatt followed her gaze. “The yellow bunny with the long ears?”
“The very one,” agreed Beatrice.
The lady working the booth, who was knitting quietly while they shopped, beamed at them and came over to check them out. She lovingly wrapped the bunny in tissue paper and put it in a bag. “Grandbabies?” she asked.
“Before too long,” said Beatrice.
The lady nodded. “Enjoy them. I’m never happier than when I’m spending time with mine.” She handed them the bag.
Beatrice wound her arm
