“She wants her grandchild to be a teenybopper!” Mary said. “Brittany and Tiffany? What kind of names are those? Those are pretend names that you gave your pretend children in second grade!”

“Real y?” Isabel a asked. “I always went with Brandy at that age.”

“Isabel a.”

“Sorry, okay. So she has bad taste in names.”

“Bad taste? She wants her granddaughter to be a teenage singer who wears leather pants and vows to stay a virgin before getting pregnant at seventeen.”

Mary started to cry and Isabel a patted her back. “Maybe it wil be a boy,” she offered.

The baby was born with al of his fingers and toes, which made Mary happy. She hadn’t been that worried, but there’d been one night before she knew she was pregnant when she and Isabel a had drunk enough wine for a smal country. And so, when she was able to count everything for herself, she was relieved.

He was a chunky little baby and they named him Henry, after Ken’s dad. Mary knew it made Ken happy and also she liked the name Henry. Mary liked to hold his feet and put them in her mouth.

He had light blond hair and blue eyes, like Ken. Sometimes when he was concentrating on going to the bathroom, it looked just like Ken when he was working on a case he thought he was going to lose.

“He’s the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, right?” she asked Ken.

“Yes,” he said. “I think he is.”

Button came over the day they got back from the hospital. “I just can’t wait to see him!” she said to Mary when she walked in.

“You could have come to visit in the hospital,” Mary said.

Button shook her head. “No,” she said. “I remember how it is. You need some time alone to get it together. My mother-in-law stormed into the hospital right after I had Ken, and it was just too much! People didn’t do that in those days.” She leaned down to whisper to Mary. “Between you, me, and the lamppost, my mother-in-law was a little bit of a terror.” She winked at Mary.

Henry waved his hands and feet in the air. “Oh!” Button cried. “Look at those feet! Don’t you just want to eat them?”

“Al the time,” Mary said. She leaned over and smiled at Henry. “Look who it is,” she cooed at him. “Look who came to see you! Grandma Button is here.”

“I think he needs to be changed,” Button said. “It’s the kind of thing you should do right away.”

Mary picked up the baby and brought him to the changing table. She started to wipe him, but Button came over and edged her out.

“No,” Button said, grabbing the wipe from Mary’s hand. “You want to do it like this. Here, let me show you. Go like this.”

J esus is coming.”