Yeah, well, forty-four was more than twice Alice's age. She had a fairly skewed view of the world, considering. Not that being an old dude was a bad thing. She thought he was handsome! And knew he was strong--he didn't have any problems helping with the chair, anyway.
"Christina?" Alice asked. She hadn't heard the baby's name. Her hands had to stay busy, so she moved over to the little stack of baby clothes on top of the dresser, and started to put them on the little hangers.