Chapter 36: Smashed DreamsMargareatha frowned at her ankles. The afternoon was hot and sultry and the air barely moving. The curtains at the bedroom window hung in discouraging stillness. Why would this pregnancy make her ankles swell? This was but one baby, or so “Doctor” Gary had assured her.
“Walk as much as you can, put your feet up every chance you have, drink plenty of water, and take those little tablets every day. Hide them from your husband if necessary.”
She smiled in remembrance. Randall's son liked to impress everyone with the knowledge he gained from the Golden One's medical files. She could hear Walter putting away the lawn mower in the shed. It wasn't often he was home since he'd been assigned to the New York area. He'd grown more and more tight-lipped about his work (if i
