She nodded slowly. “All right.” She unbuckled the little boy from the stroller. Doriel reached in and gathered up the wriggling bundle. “No no,” she said, laughing, as a chubby hand reached up and tugged at her hair. “Ow! He's got a good grip.” She busied herself untangling his fingers from her brown tresses.
Her eyes softened as she looked down at the little boy in her arms. “He's lovely,” she said softly, her fingers stroking the cap of blonde hair, the same color as Althea's. “You were telling me about how you acquired these two.”
“Was I? All right then.” She settled back more comfortably on the sofa. “When I was pulled out of my body, it was outside my home in broad daylight. Which was lucky for me, all things considered.
“Some good Samaritans called an ambulance, which took me to a
