"Sure, it's all right." And it is all right, no matter what her protective urges are blaring at her about. She shifts Janet into his arms and it's made easier by the fact that Janet, at seven months, doesn't have the floppy, heavy head and weak neck of a newborn. Now that Janet's waking up and curious about this new person, she's pushing herself to sit up and look around.

It's hard for Sam to look at them, and she looks away; her chest feels tight and she's hot all over and she slips out of her coat, using putting it away as an excuse not to stare.