![]() ![]() ![]() The younger of the two women had her dark curly hair pulled into a loose ponytail. A few minutes later, the two mothers appeared from different directions, wheeled up to the window by their happily exhausted husbands. Angelina knew it was just gas, but that smile told her a lot. ![]() A thin coating of blonde fuzz on her head, a sweet smile on her lips. And then, in the next bassinet, the girl. Pink cheeks, a mop of black hair, clenched fists. Pressing her hands against the cool glass, she searched for the faces of the newborn babies until she found the two she was looking for.įirst, the boy. Her volunteer badge securely fastened to her hip pocket, she whooshed down the hall of the Willow Falls Birthing Center and stopped short in front of the nursery window. ![]() The person asking would get so distracted by watching the duck-shaped birthmark wiggle on her cheek, they would forget their question altogether.Īngelina, small and swift, was moving even faster than usual because today was the day she has been waiting for. But when questioned, Angelina just smiled. The oldest man in town, Bucky Whitehead, swears Angelina was an old lady when HE was a boy. The oddest thing about Angelina D'Angelo was that no one could remember a time when she didn't live in Willow Falls. ![]()
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