"To keep his mind off the house," Lester said. "He's got it all redesigned. Refinanced, too. In his head."
"He's got so many things in his head," Ginny said. "It's terrifying. I'll never get used to it."
"Don't worry about it," Lester said. "We won't be seeing much of him as soon as he learns to walk. He explained it all to me. He's going into some sort of business that will take him into higher circles. I think he's planning to be a financial shyster of some sort."
Ginny dropped into the chair opposite him and gazed at him dimly from across the table. "I thought it was going to be so nice to be a mother, to have something that depended on me and looked up to me."
"I know," Lester said. "We've just got to face it, though, A.P. is less a child than we are. He's a full grown adult and he doesn't intend to indulge us by pretending to be a baby. I know it's impossible, but...."
Both of them stiffened as a knock sounded sharply at the back door.
"Mrs. Hilliard!" Ginny hissed. "Don't answer!"
"Don't worry," Lester said.
The room filled with silence as both of them sat absolutely quiet. There was a second knock, more insistent this time. As it died out, the silence fell again. Then it shattered.
"Hey, you two!" A.P.'s penetrating voice yelled from the nursery. "Get on the ball with that reinforced feeding! I'll never grow up if you're going to starve me to death!"