It is Thanksgiving of 1958. Petie and J.W., Ann’s grandfather, are staying with them to help out. Petie cooks everything, the turkey, the stuffing, two kinds of pies. But Ann is too excited to eat.
“You have a little brother,” the Doctor says when he comes home from the hospital.
“What’s his name?”
“John.”
Ann is the first kid to hold him. His eyes are closed like a little puppy’s. Chrissy hovers nearby, but Ann doesn’t want to give him up.