My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her

Nora told him Lillian loved jazz.

Julian loved jazz.

Was that genetic?

Learned somehow?

Coincidence?

Who cared?

For once, not every similarity needed forensic meaning.

Sometimes resemblance can simply be comforting.

PART 31 — BEATRICE MEETS NORA

Awkward does not begin to describe it.