”“Sorry.” I think I may have blushed a little. “Force of habit: I do business with a lot of men, you learn, you know.”“Oh, what business a...e you in?”“Look, Ursula wasn’t it?” she nodded. “I’m just having a quiet drink here, end of a long day and all that, so can you cut to the chase and tell me what you’re selling?”She’d moved her lips then, pushing them close together in a look that it took me a second to recognise as pity. She moved a hand up to brush the hair back from her cheek and looked. Kathryn and I awake to find Helen and Mom giggling at the side of our bed. The three girls still spoon on my chest with Kathryn’s arm across them. As large, as the bed is we may be only using a quarter of it. Mom laughs saying, “You know you can save some money by just buying a full-size bed.”Crystal is the first of the girls to move as soon as she does the other two follow her to the bathroom leaving Kathryn and me to speak to Mom and Helen. I begin by saying, “I think it’s a great way to. This stroke and I can’t abandon him, no, won’t abandon him.’ ‘Of course not,’ Dr. Grace said. ‘Well, I’ll look back in a little bit. If you need, I’m on this floor tonight.’ Just as he got to the doorway, she said to him a very soft: ‘Thank you, Dr. Grace!’ He grinned: ‘It’s Cyrus, but you might not want to use that.’ She flashed him a smile and said: ‘I don’t know, I kind of like Cyrus.’ ‘Hmm,’ he answered, ‘Fan club of one!’ ‘One’s a beginning,’ she said. ‘Later,’ was his answer, and still. The main thing, though, was that she wanted to make sure that the inseminator would sign over an agreement, that he would relinquish all rights to the child, and would not be considered a parent. The looks of the inseminator, his physical makeup? Well, she would prefer that he be halfway attractive anyway and not have any disabilities, but that was not a rigid requirement. The main thing was that he be able to inseminate her and make her pregnant.Dr. Masters entered the waiting room and checked.