“Is this the birth class?” Gracie asked her. “Yes. Come in, come in.” The woman smiled and motioned her in. Gracie took a couple of steps forward, then stopped. Oh, jeez. The participants were all couples, and they all looked twice her age. “Come on in.” The woman waved her arm again. Eight pairs of eyes stared at her. Gracie swallowed, squelched down the urge to flee, and slunk into the room. She sank into the first available chair at the back. “We were just sharing our names with each other,” the woman said. “I’m Marianne Caville. Let’s go around the room and bring our new arrival up to speed.” “I’m Misty,” said a pretty blonde in the front row. She turned to the handsome man beside her. “And this is my husband, Steve.” “I’m Carla, and this is Jack,” said the long-haired brunette sitting next to her. “I’m Sara, and this is my husband, Pete.”
