Janet had a day off that day so she decided to keep the twins company. She had no plans to go into town at all. The twins looked bored stiff.

"Do you two want to take a walk?" she asked.

The twins looked at one another.

"I guess we could do that," Freddy said as Janet helped them tie their shoelaces.

Fred, the quiet one, didn't bother saying anything. He was not into talking like his twin was. After their shoes were tied and jackets on, Janet locked the apartment door after the three of them. Janet thought they'd take a walk to the park so they did. Today was a nice day out – sunny and the flowers were beginning to bloom. Janet did the twins didn't chat at all on the walk. She thought the twins didn't feel like chatting.

Once at the park, Janet saw there were about three park benches but only one was already filled up. Today the children did not go to the park since it was a school day. Children mostly played outside of their houses and the park. The park was huge: two sets of monkey bars, along with a huge sandbox, sandbox equipment, a merry-go-round, Two sets of swings. The swings have numbered to five swings for more children to swing together. The park also held room for dogs. Janet noticed the last time she was here walking with Chrissie, there was no merry-go-round. She did guess it was something new that was added. Nobody was on the merry-go-round.

"Do you two want to swing or ride the merry-go-round?"

"We'll find something," Freddy said and left.

Freddy kind of figured he and his twin brother were too old for the sandbox.

"Let's do something and not the sandbox. We're a bit big for it," Freddy told him.

Fred nodded in agreement but didn't offer to say something. The twins hadn't been in the park for ages. They hadn't been there since they were five years old when they were walking around, finding food and all that. Janet talked to a couple on the bench next to her. She saw the couple had a stroller and saw a baby in it.

"Cute girl," Janet said, seeing the baby was in a pink blanket sucking on a finger.

"Thank you," the light dark – haired woman said.

Janet saw the woman's dark hair was lighter than her own. She watched as the woman pull out a mirror for makeup.

"How old is she?" Janet asked.

"About five months starting this November," the husband answered.

He was redheaded, but his looked like it needed a shave big time. Janet could tell he didn't shave often at all. Looked like a beard was breaking in. The woman looked like she was losing some of her pregnancy weight but Janet's guess was probably about twenty pounds or so that the woman had lost so far. The man looked to be tall for his late forties – six feet and two inches. She couldn't guess how much the man weighed and it didn't matter to her. Both man and woman had matching outfits – red shirt, (one was medium for the woman but it was maternity) and the man's shirt looked like it was extra-large for his height which made some sense. He had a belt that matched the pants – light blue. The woman's outfit did match his except hers was a skirt and not belt and jeans. They had light tan socks in their sneakers. The sneakers was new – white for both. The baby girl's clothing also matched but she was starting to grow teeth in the bottom and her hair had a blue bow.

Janet could smell that the diaper was strong and it needed changing. The woman grabbed a bottle of warm milk. Janet didn't want to mention to the couple that the diaper didn't smell good at all. She decided to stay on topic for now.

"Is this your firstborn?" she asked.

"No. She's our fourth. The other kids are married and in college," he answered.

Janet could understand that.

"I have a roommate that is studying cooking. He likes to make French meals. He's pretty good at it."

"I bet he is. Is he looking into a job that involves it?" she asked.

"He's trying but no luck yet."

"We wish him luck," he told her.

"Thanks. I'll tell him."

Wanting to ask another question, Janet did so.

"What is her name?"

"Nicole," the woman answered.

"That's a nice name. She'd adorable."

"Thanks. People fuss over her a lot," he said.

"I'll bet."

The girl started crying.

Janet guessed Nicole wanted a diaper change.

"She's saying it's time for a diaper change," he told Janet.

"That's what I thought to."

She watched as the woman grabbed out a diaper bag from her carry – on bag that looked nice for its material – light green with dandelions and tulips that were lavender.

"That's a nice looking bag," Janet complimented her.

"Thank you. I got this for Christmas last year. I've used it a lot ever since. I thought it made a good size for Nicole's things."

"It looks like it," Janet agreed.

"Are those your children?" he asked, eyes on both Freds who were now in the swings.

They had been on the merry-go-round earlier but it lost their interest after twenty minutes.

"No, they're not. You see, this is their first time living with a real family. They were orphans."

"Sorry to hear that," the woman said.

Janet could tell this couple didn't like hearing this kind of story and she didn't blame them.