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Phoebe wouldn't drink, however, but began to wail, and Caro¬line stood, pacing the room, murmuring. Al, meanwhile, got straight to Work. In no time at all he had pulled out the sofa bed and made it up, sharp military folds at each corner. When Phoebe fi¬nally quieted, Caroline nodded at him and whispered good night. She closed the bedroom door quite firmly. It had occurred to her that Al would be the type to notice the absence of a crib.
During the drive Caroline had been making plans, and now she pulled a drawer from her dresser and dumped its neat contents in a pile on the floor. Then she folded two towels in the bottom and tucked a folded sheet around them, nestling Phoebe amid the blan¬kets. When she climbed into her own bed, fatigue rolled over her like waves, and she slept at once, a hard and dreamless sleep. She did not ghdhear Al snoring loudly in the living room, or the noise of snowplows moving through the parking lot, or the clatter of garbage trucks on the street. When Phoebe stirred, however, some¬time in the middle of the night, Caroline was on her feet in an in¬stant. She moved through the darkness as if through water, exhausted and yet with purpose, changing Phoebe's diaper, warm¬ing her bottle, concentrating on the infant in her arms and the tasks before her—so urgent, so consuming and imperative—tasks that now only she could do, tasks that could not wait.
Caroline woke to a flood of light and the smell of eggs and bacon. She stood, pulling her robe around her, and bent over to touch the baby's tranquil cheek. Then she went to the kitchen, where Al was buttering toast.
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"It smells good," Caroline said. "I'm hungry too."