Adventures of Angel Connors of Gravid Glen
The nursery was almost ready. The walls were painted a soft blue, dotted here and there with cottony white painted clouds, the colors appropriate for either boys or girls. Four changing tables stood at each of the corners, and four cribs sat next to those. A pair of gliding rocking chairs stood off to the side, just waiting for a mother or father to sit in them and rock their child to sleep. It was a homey, welcoming, softly lit room that was perfect for the coming babies. And the woman...