He stood looking at the two of them for a long moment, put a shaking finger against one small foot, and went towards the door.

He went to the right-hand bassinet.

I have never asked him why that one and I never will, because I am fairly sure he does not know, and because the one on the right is the one who had hold of my little finger when I woke up, and I would rather not find out that it was random.

She was asleep with both arms up beside her head.

The blanket had come loose at the bottom and one foot was out of it, and he did not tuck it back in, which I noticed and which I think was because tucking it in would have been the act of a man who lived there.