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"Your father&039;s not here," the Ant said Although she looked haggard, her pineapple-colored hair hel a baby ers, and a steady,out of it "He&039;s not back until tomorrow"

"I&039;ratulations, by the way"

She was still hanging in the doorway, keeping ood time, Betsy"

"It never is Really, for either of us You look terrible," I said cheerfully

She glared "I&039;m busy now, so you&039;ll have to come back"

"Look, Antonia, how do you want to do this? I can keep calling and keep co et tired of being in the middle and ht and get it over with"

She swung the door open wide "Fine, come in"

"Thank you so ht lately?" I asked, shrugging out of my coat Then I reme long and put it back on "Not that you don&039;t look, you know, good"

"I have to check on Jon," she said, scowling at the monitor "The doctor says it&039;s colic Your father left me with him"

"Yeah, that&039;s kind of his thing"

"We named him after your father," she added proudly, if inanely

"But Dad&039;s name is John With an H The baby&039;s na his mother, is short for Jonathon, which is spelled totally differently" My lips were et out the Crayolas

She glared "Close enough He&039;s Jon Peter, just like your father"

I gave up "Which bedroom have you set up as a nursery?"

She pointed to the south end of the hallway at the top of the stairs the bedroom farthest from the master bedrooht behind me

"You&039;d better not bite hinify with an answer The Ant felt (and said, loudly, all the tihtless of me to not stay dead, and felt my fellow vah case to argue against "You just better not In fact, maybe you shouldn&039;t touch him at all"