Amity Juergens stood in the bathroom of her daughter Anna's house. Just breathe, Amity, she told herself, you've been through this before. But it had been close to 50 years since Amity had taken a positive pregnancy test. Now that baby, Anna was a grandma herself. How could this have happened to her?
Amity slumped against the side of the wall. Here she was, 75 with a leading role in the church choir, and after a one night stand with Dicky Overwood, who was once a greaser, she was pregnant.
Amity crept out of the bathroom, putting the test in her pocket of her sensible slacks. Anna would be so upset. Her last kid had just left for college, and now her elderly mother was going to have a baby.
"Hey, Anna?" Amity yelled.
"Yeah, Mom?" replied Anna, "I'm in the kitchen. Come down for some roast. Ashlyn is here with Georgia."
Amity sighed. The news would have to wait till later.
Ashlyn, Anna's 23 year old daughter, was holding her one month old baby girl, Georgia. Her husband, Rob, was seated beside her.
"Hi Granny!" chirped Ashlyn, bubbly as always.
Anna had three kids. Ashlyn was the oldest, and then there was Cliff, who was 20, and Greg, who was 18. Anna was also divorced, which was why Amity was living with her in the first place.
Amity smiled at Ashlyn, hoping Anna couldn't sense her nervousness.
"Roast smells good," Amity said, sitting down.