"Oh dear!" Ginny whimpered. "What'll we do, Lester?"
"You have exactly thirty seconds to make up your mind," A.P. said. "I have to get on with business."
At this tense moment, the uniformed blonde entered the room with a fresh bottle in her hand. She proceeded to the crib and leaned down to A.P.
"Your new formula, sir," she said throatily.
Up to this point, Ginny had been a mere observer, looking on with dazed bewilderment. Now, however, at the sight of the sultry blonde, a glint that looked like militant and usurped maternalism flared in her eyes; something deep and primitive came swiftly to the surface. With a small, angry cry she strode forward and snatched the bottle from the blonde's hand.
"At least I can feed my own baby!" she cried, "even if he is a monster!" Leaning down to the crib, she picked A.P. up and settled him into the crook of her arm. "This is a lot of nonsense! All of it!"
"Put me down!" A.P. commanded with displaced dignity. "Let go of me!"
The blonde bristled with professional outrage. "Give me that child!" she snapped. She took hold of A.P.'s arm. "I'm being paid a thousand dollars a month to administer his feedings, and I'm going to earn my money!"
"You're overpaid!" Ginny said hotly, hugging A.P. to herself. "A thousand dollars to feed a baby!"