”“Oh, thank you. I would ask you to sign a disclaimer, but I agree the chapel shell is pretty solid. Safety shoes, helmet and hi-vis for the Hall,...though.”“Fine! I’ll be in touch, Sam. Bye!”“Goodbye, Dulcie.”“Hello, Sasha. Is Malcolm there?”“Just a minute, and I’ll fetch him.” Pause. Then, “Dulcie?”“Malcolm! Can you put me on speaker, so Sasha’s in as well?”“Sure thing ... there. We’re both listening.”“Think back to when you two met...”“What? Dulcie?” An ill-synchronised, but understandable. One wall, the street-facing wall, was brick. It was the only wall that had paint on it, a pure white. There was also a one-foot by three-foot mirror hung on the inside of the door.There were only two ways to get down to the basement. The elevator, which was less than 20 feet from my clubhouse, and a door about 40' away. No one ever used the door, including my father, for it was old and made a helluva noise when opened. Thus, I could hear anyone coming down to the basement simply by listening. We looked at the baby again.Then I looked at the man and asked, "Is she going to be ok?" She'll be fine. I estimate she's around eight and a half months. Two weeks early shouldn't be a problem. I'm just glad I didn't have to induce labor like that bastard wanted. I'm also glad that he's dead. You do know he was going to kill the child," he asked."What do you mean, induce?" I asked."He wanted me to help abort the baby. I was about to do that because they have my family in the next room and they. "OH... !!" she finished on seeing us."Do you work here?" the first girl managed after a few awkward seconds. "We were looking for..." she trailed off looking at Sean and me."Uhm ... no, we don't really work here. We're delivering some new books, but we know where everything is and can help you," I managed to tell her with a smile. I know that we didn't look like much. We had on ink stained jeans and T-shirts, but they were what we wore for work at our parents' business. We hadn't expected to.