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fake wood door panel. The bus driver had indeed seen Julianne. Rob was
absolutely certain of it. The blue of the May morning sky over his head was
not more obvious. The rotten bastard! Taking out his petty frustrations on
an innocent commuter . . . Rob jerked open the door, seething.

A warm solid wall of sound and odor hit him in the face. The twins yelled
in stereo and he realized that at least one diaper was very thoroughly
soiled indeed. Bitter experience had taught Rob there was never any
percentage in postponing the inevitable. Holding his breath, he climbed up
between the front seats and clawed a diaper bag out of the back with one
hand, unlocking Angela with the other. It was fifty-fifty the diaper was
hers, and she was sobbing with rage, in desperate need of soothing.
Cheerios crunched underfoot as he backed out. Davey had broadcast his snack
with happy liberality onto the dashboard, over all the seats, and into his
sister's clothing and hair.

Out of the car again, Rob stared, the screaming child muffled against the
knot of his necktie. The bus had stopped after all. But not at the bus
stop, not for Julianne. It had halted right in the middle of the street. A
few passengers were climbing out, and others were crowded at the front.
Julianne came trudging back. "Thank god you haven't left yet," she said.
She tossed her briefcase into the front seat. "You'll have to drop me at
the station."

With his free hand Rob shook the orange plastic changing pad open and laid
it on the driver's seat. "SureЧcan you hold her for me?"

Out here in the open air it was evident that Angela wasn't the culprit.
Julianne took the hiccuping toddler and said, "Now what?" But when Rob
hauled Davey out in a hail of falling Cheerios no further explanations were
necessary. The stay-dry gathers had utterly and visibly failed in their
duty. Rob held his reeking son and heir at arm's length to save his tan
sports jacket. Sighing, Julianne pulled the wipes and a complete change of
clothing out of Davey's bag.

"What happened to the bus?" Rob asked as he wiped.

"I didn't see. The other passengers said the driver went into convulsions
or something. A woman with a cellular phone called 911."

"Lucky there wasn't an accident." An ambulance sped past the bus and
halted, lights flashing. Rob didn't look up. The appalling condition of
Davey's clothing and car seat commanded his full attention.



There was heavy traffic on the way to the train station, and then Miss
Linda had to be brought up to date on the twins' vaccinations. Rob didn't
have a chance to catch his breath until he got to Chasbro Corporation, in a
Fairfax City brick-and-glass office complex. Luckily nobody noticed he was