sides of his mouth. “It is a good, strong name. He will wear it well. Good night, Pip.”
“Good night,” she said, rising. “Do not let your sleep be disturbed by young Peter, for I cannot imagine he will be quiet much longer.”
“Once my head hits the pillow I’ll be out cold. I wish you good luck with our small friend.”
“If I’m to be his mother, I might as well start right now,” she replied, heading for the stairs. Tomorrow. They’d work everything out tomorrow. John Henry would find a solution. She’d always been able to count on him.
Despite his exhaustion, John Henry tossed and turned the entire night through, trying to make sense of his jumbled thoughts. Pip had always had a talent for trouble. In this instance, she’d managed to exert that talent to its fullest. The future of an innocent child lay at stake