She smiled to herself, thinking that only two weeks were left until the baby’s arrival. There was so much to be accomplished before that event; there were only a few days left before Brightfield needed the new brief that she was working on. She wanted to hire someone to paint the nursery; had finally picked out the color. White. When she’d told Peter that, he’d laughed. Weeks of agonizing over paint, and she’d decided on white? And then, there was still the nanny problem. Last week Rose Marie called to say that she’d found several good possibilities. Rose Marie had interviewed them herself, this time, and said she’d found one woman that she really liked. Rebecca had asked her to hold off for a week or two, until she finished Brightfield’s brief, and—although she didn’t mention this—until a verdict was rendered in Peter’s case. The baby moved then and she rested her hand over the spot, feeling the sharp little jabs, reminding her again that soon she’d have to make a decision on a nanny, or two, or three.
