The ride to the hospital seemed increasingly drawn out, and Bianca tossed and turned, moaning, as she lay, on the gurney in the ambulance. Her sisters were crowded in beside her, their eyes wide in apprehension as they looked at her with identical expressions of horror and fear.

“I don’t think I want to have babies at all,” whispered Beth in a small voice. Anna didn't take her eyes off her sister as she snapped,

“I don’t want to get married at all!”

They both ...