It was the crib that had finally seduced Kim and that accounted for his daily clandestine trips into the basement. It was an impressive piece of furniture, finely crafted and made to last. It would have been imposing in an adult’s bedroom and, at almost five feet long, two and a half wide and four feet tall, it would be the magnificent centerpiece of any nursery. Its grandeur was only slightly dimmed by its grim subterranean surroundings. It was a sturdy cage of turned, maple-stained spindles on both ends and sides set upon turned 3-inch wood posts. Its head- and footboards were topped by arched cross-members and plastic teething rails, slightly gnawed, capped the sides.
Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 10
