She comes back into the room an hour later showered, and dressed. She enters the room, and finds John passed out in the glider, with Keely drooling on his chest. She reaches for the baby, and his hand grabs her arm. He opens his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Let go of her," Kathryn insists.

He lets go, and Kathryn takes the baby from him. She carries her over to the dresser. She gets out clean clothes, and then heads over to the changing table. She begins to unbutton the baby's sleeper. Keely's foot pops out, and she opens her eyes.

"Keely how did you manage to lose your sock inside of your sleeper?"

"She's talented," he answers.

Kathryn gets the baby dressed, and they head to the kitchen for breakfast. John gets dressed, and then heads outside to grab the newspaper. He takes a seat at the kitchen table. She sits there eating her breakfast with one hand, with the baby in her other arm.

"You know I can hold her."

"I'm fine."

"You know it's Saturday. We should go do something."

"Like what?"

He shrugs, "Anything you want."

"We can stay here."

"We can take her with us."

"I don't want to take her out in the cold."

"Kathryn it is already close to sixty out there. It is supposed to get up into the seventies today. I think that she will be ok."

"I don't want her to get too hot either."

"You act as if we're going to leave her in the car, or something."

"I have a better idea. Why don't you go golfing, and we can stay home?"

"I don't want to go golfing. I want to spend time with you. Let's go do something."

"I don't have any desire to do anything."

"Kathryn you have barely left this house in a month, it is unhealthy."

"I walk everyday," she argues.

"For half an hour after I get home, so I can watch Keely nap."

"John..."

"Please," he begs.

"What do you want to do?"

"When was the last time you went to the grocery store?"

"When my car got T-boned, and I had to go the hospital, and was unconscious for days, and was entirely unaware that I had to have an emergency c-section."

"I'll drive."

"Daphne is capable of going to the grocery store."

"You do a better job."

"John we don't need anything," she argues.

"Diapers, we need diapers, don't we?"

"Yeah."

"And milk. I drank the last of the milk."

"Fine."

"Then maybe we can go to lunch afterwards. Maybe we could go to the country club for lunch. We can take Keely with us, and show her off."

"No," she shakes her head.

"Why not? No one has gotten to meet her yet."

"Too many germs," she argues.

"What is this really about?"

"I just told you," she insists.

He shakes his head, in disbelief.

"No lunch."

"Kathryn was it someone from the country club?"

She doesn't answer him.

"It wasn't a stranger was it?"

"I never said that it was," she replies.

"I assumed that it was, and clearly it wasn't."


She looks at the nurse, as she sits in a hospital gown.

"There are officers that want to speak to you. They're waiting in the waiting room. I am going to go take them the evidence. One of them will take it to the lab, and the other one will come in and obtain your statement, ok?"

Kathryn just nods. The nurse collects the evidence, and leaves the room. Kathryn looks over, and notices that she has missed a bag. She breaks the seal, and reaches inside. She slips off the hospital gown, and pulls on her dress, in a hurry. She peaks out the door, and finds that there is no one outside. She leaves the room, and then the hospital.

As she climbs into her car a whirl of emotions hits her. She backs out of her parking spot, and leaves the hospital. She keeps thinking what people might say. She has met half of the Kansas City police department, certainly one of them would recognize her. It would be a nightmare. She turns out of the hospital parking lot, and heads home.


"Kathryn?"

She looks up at him, "What did you say?"

"I asked you what you were thinking about. You look lost in thought."

"Nothing," she lies.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"I already did," she responds.

"Kathryn please," he begs.

She gets out of her seat. She turns to leave the room.

"Where are you going?"

"If you want to go to the grocery store I've got to change her diaper," she responds.

"Wait," he calls after her.

"Make a grocery list so that we don't forget anything."

"Kathryn?" He replies with no avail.

He takes the dishes to the sink, and rinses them. He grabs a tablet out of the drawer along with an ink pen. He begins to scribble. Kathryn returns a few minutes later.

"Are you ready to go?" she carries the baby in one arm, with a diaper bag over her opposite shoulder.

"Wait a minute. I wasn't done talking to you."

"I thought that you said you wanted to go to the grocery store."

"It can wait."

"John we have to go early if we are going to get there before it gets busy."

"Kathryn just stop. Stop shutting me out all of the time. I need you to let me in. I'm your husband."

"John I can't."