Chapter 26
Two months later, on George’s seventeenth birthday, Mama told him she was expecting a baby, and he danced her around the room.
“I’m getting better at being able to tell,” she said, grinning happily “I wrote Papa this morning.”
“When will he arrive?”
“Who?”
“The baby.”
“You don’t think this baby will be another girl?”
George shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seemed right.”
“Sometime in August, I should think.”
“Maybe Papa can get another furlough, if the war hasn’t ended by then.”
“Yes.” Mama smiled at him, and suddenly he thought of his first mother. He couldn’t remember much about her, and he wondered if she had ever smiled at him like that.
Not that it mattered. This woman who Papa had married six years before was the mother he’d always longed for.
