Jeanette squealed with delight and Lizzie whooped for joy. “You’re back early! Winnie didn’t say—” “She doesn’t know.” This was supposed to be a surprise. He glanced around, peered into the kitchen and frowned when he didn’t see her. “Where is she?” Jeanette and Lizzie shared a look. “What?” he asked, growing alarmed. “She’s in the bathroom,” Lizzie said, but there was something in her tone that gave Adam pause. He frowned. “Is she sick?” Their lips quivered. “Nothing she won’t get over in a couple of months.” Still worried and puzzled over their enigmatic behavior, Adam strolled into the hall and waited patiently for Winnie to come out of the bathroom. He heard an ominous noise, one he recognized and worry descended on him. She was sick? Throwing up? A moment later, the toilet flushed, then the faucet ran and he detected the unmistakable sound of her brushing her teeth. After what felt like an eternity, his wife—his wife, he thought, amazed at how proud that made him feel—opened the door and stepped into the narrow hall.
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