Cecilia replied with an "Oh," wrapped a scarf around her head, put on her heavy coat, slipped on her gloves and sunglasses, and waited on the edge of the bed.
About fifteen minutes later, Jim Quincy returned.
"Let's go. The car is ready."
Mrs. Quincy was about to pick up the baby, but Titus Shaw beat her to it and scooped the infant into his arms. "Ian, there are a lot of steps by the main gate. Take good care of Cecilia."
Ian agreed.
Mrs. Quincy followed behind them, whispering her complaints to Mr. Quincy. "Did you see that? Look at how he treats our Ian—ordering him around like a servant! He's just taking advantage of our Ian's good temper."
"He's not ordering you around, so why are you so worked up about it?"
"I feel bad for my son!" Mrs. Quincy retorted. "My son is so outstanding, while Cecilia doesn't even have a degree—"
