might peek into when âJingle Bellsâ blared so loudly from within her coat that she jumped, nearly stumbling over an indignant dachshund being walked by an elderly man.
âSorry! Iâm sorry!â exclaimed Allie as she fumbled for her phone. To her surprise, since she thought she had set the volume as high as it would go, the sounds of âJingle Bellsâ grew even louder (and somewhat frantic) as she struggled to unbutton her coat and reach into the pocket.
She didnât bother to check the caller ID. âHello? Hello?â she said breathlessly.
âHi! Itâs me!â said the voice at the other end of the line. âDid the baby come yet?â
âRuby?â asked Aunt Allie.
âYup. And Floraâs here, too. We just wanted to know if we have a new cousin.â
âOh, believe me, honey, you two and Min are the first people Iâll call when thereâs any news, but I havenât heard from Mrs. Prescott today.â
âOh.â Ruby paused. âFor cornâs sake! Thatâs what Min would say.â
Allie laughed. âI know. Listen, I promise Iâll call you the moment anything happens. But itâs nice to hear your voice. Iâm sorry Iâm going to miss your solos tomorrow.â
âMe, too. But youâll get to hear me in the Christmas concert. Just wait. Itâs the longest and best solo Iâve ever â What? But Iâm right in the middle of ââ Allie heard a muffled commotion on the other end of the line, and then Ruby said, âOh,
okay
. Aunt Allie, Flora wants to talk to you.â
âHi, Aunt Allie! We just wanted to tell you weâre thinking about you,â said Flora. âAnd our cousin, of course. Weâll talk to you again soon.â
âThanks for calling, honey.â Allie clicked off her phone, but not before she heard Flora say, âRuby, not everything is about
you
. We were calling to talk about the baby, not your solos.â
Allie smiled as she continued along Fifth Avenue. She decided not to look in the childrenâs clothing store and instead marched resolutely north toward Midtown. At last, she glimpsed a long line of people snaking back and forth in front of brightly lit windows. She had reached Lord & Taylor â and what she personally considered to be the most splendid windows in the entire city. Allie joined the line. In front of her were two women and two little girls. The girls were about six and four, Allie guessed, dressed in woolen mittens and woolen scarves and woolen leg warmers and woolen hats. The younger one kept tugging at her motherâs hand and saying, âBut I donât see Santa anywhere!â
âThis isnât the line for Santa,â said the older girl patiently. âThis is the line for the windows. Look. Weâre almost there.â
âBut I want to see Santa!â
âBut you canât.â
âBut I want to!â
Once again, Allie jumped when her coat began to play âJingle Bells,â but this time she answered her phone more quickly. âHello?â she said breathlessly, and the small girl turned around to stare at her. Allieâs heart was pounding. Please be Mrs. Prescott, she pleaded silently.
âAllie? This is Gigi.â
Allie sagged slightly but managed to say, âGigi! What a surprise.â
âAny news yet? Min told me whatâs going on. Actually, sheâs told everyone whatâs going on. I just had to give you a call.â
âThank you,â said Allie. âWell, nothingâs happening. Nothing new, anyway. I havenât heard from Mrs. Prescott today and that means the birth mother hasnât gone into labor yet. Which is what the doctors want.â
âThis must be so nerve-wracking,â said Gigi. âAll right. I wonât keep you.â
Allie put her phone away again, and the line continued to snake toward the windows. Allie inched along