Practically growling in frustration, Taryn grasped at straws. “Then tell me about the widow’s baby.” She pushed her sunglasses onto her crown and adjusted her blouse, turning up her sleeves. It was time to get down to business. She settled in to get comfortable, while Helen took to looking out the window once more.
“She was a lovely little baby girl, with the cutest bow of a mouth.” Helen touched her own lips, recalling the perfection of that long-ago miracle of birth. “She had a healthy cry and eyes that were already stunning. Most babies are born with blue eyes, still cloudy from birth. But this baby’s eyes were clear from the start, and just as lovely as her mother’s.”
Helen turned back to Taryn, the smile lingering in her words. “They were such a unique color, exactly like her m—” She stopped mid-sentence, her words swept away by an audible gasp.
She recovered with a sputtered exclamation. “Ex—Exactly like yours!”
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