When the twins had left, since they each had personal apartments, and no longer stayed with their parents. Ken Jnr went to have a walk with his father, and Michael had gone back to sleep.
When she'd asked for the visitor's room so she could keep Michael, all Laura had said was, “Silly girl, what visitor’s room? this is my first and only granchild we're talking about, so pardon me, if I spoil him too much.”
Laura then took Michael from her arms, and told her to follow. “That’s yours and Ken’s bedroom,” Laura had pointed to a big black door then walked into the room next to it. Her eyes widened, as she took in the elegant disguise of a nursery. She stared speechlessly, at the mountain of toys at the left corner of the room, then an open closet, with little male clothes and shoes, hange
