But the March morning was cold and wet, hinting that spring would be delayed this year. She settled for retreating to the conservatory. Over the last year, Eudora had ordered topiary bushes to be placed around the fence, and they hid the carriage house and drying yard from sight. The honeysuckle vines were just starting to flourish after the winter, further shielding Virginia from the curious looks of her neighbors. She was, after all, in the last stages of her pregnancy and not to be seen. In her condition, she was expected to be invisible. Hardly possible since she was so large she could barely walk or lever herself out of a chair. But she didn’t want to be confined to her bedroom. Nor was she going to sit in the parlor and be conversed to death. She’d never realized how much her in-laws liked to talk. Laying her hand on the protruding mound of her stomach, she said, “Soon, my son.”
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