*Michael*

When we arrived back at the house, Mrs. Dubois was sitting on the couch knitting. Her face was narrowed in concentration, and her hands worked furiously.

"How were the babies, Mrs. Dubois?" Shelby asked as she took off her coat.

"They were angels, Madame. They both just took a bottle, and they should be down for the night," Mrs. Dubois replied with a warm smile.

"Thank you so much for coming," I said ...