“Oh, and would you look who it is? Come on, let’s go and greet her.” Ellen again shifted James’s weight in her arms as they made their way out of the house. She smiled a little as she watched James hide himself against her shoulder like the shy little boy he was. The book club had not been easy on him, but she wasn’t going to relent. James had to get used to being fawned over and coddled and spoiled. She was certain that with enough time and encouragement, James would be a happy, smiling baby boy for all his grammies and all their visitors.