20About the time the boys were hoping they wouldn’t be forced to drop in on the polar bears, I was trying to not to think about Milt or the future of my career by working feverishly alongside Zelta to paint the baby’s room.
Deciding this room would be the baby’s and then deciding to paint it took the place of having a discussion about staying in Chicago. How long that decision would be in force was an open question.
I was trying to get my brushstroke to follow a straight line but not having much success. “I was never any good at this,” I huffed. Then I turned to her and gestured toward the new crib. “So now we’re buying furniture?”
“Babies have a way of showing up wherever you happen to be at the time,” she said. “Besides, she will appreciate we brought her back to a nice, cheery room.”
