"Matters of considerable importance," the woman said with sudden severity. "Now, if you've something you wish to take up with A.P...."
"I certainly have!" Lester said. "I have a lot of things to take up with A.P. I'm his father!" He turned to Ginny. "Close the door."
"Yes," Ginny said. She closed the door quickly and turned back. "And I'm A.P.'s mother."
"Oh," the woman said. For a moment she seemed uncertain as to just which attitude in her repertoire to assume. She made a small motion with her hand. "If you'll just wait here, I'll see if I can get you in."
"You wait here!" Lester said with sudden heat. "I'll get myself in. You just bet your garters I will!"
"Yes!" Ginny said and followed after Lester as he turned toward the hallway.
Crossing the room, they passed a young girl in a starched white blouse, sitting at the dining table busily typing names and addresses on a large stack of envelopes. She glanced up at them with no change of expression and went on working.
"Lester," Ginny said, touching Lester's sleeve, "I just want you to know that I'm not mad any more. Not at you."
"Me either," Lester said hastily and forged ahead.
At the door to the hallway, they were forced to give way to a lush and shapely blonde with very red lips. The girl wore a tight nurse's uniform and carried a bottle in her hand. She bustled past them and disappeared into the kitchen. They turned toward the nursery from which was coming the sound of many voices, underscored with a curious clicking noise.