“I can hold him right here,” Christopher said.

“It’ll give your arms a rest.”

I stood up, shifting Theodore onto my right hip.

“I’ll bring his medicine down first,” I said.

The left corner of Christopher’s mouth twitched, but he nodded once and picked up his cup.

“As you wish,” he said.

At four o’clock, I got back to my room in the west wing after walking down to the pharmacy on Crest Road for baby fever drops and two packs of diapers.

The sixty-five-dollar receipt was folded in my apron pocket along with the little change I had left.