BABY GIRL_(0)
“You must be Briana, please come in!!!” Emma Varney said enthusiastically while ushering the eighteen year old into the living room of the nicely appointed two story brick home. “This is my husband, Bill,” the sixty something woman offered with a nod. “Did you have any trouble finding the place?” “Uh, no, not at all,” Briana answered softly. “Your directions were perfect.” “Good,” the older woman said while motioning for her to have a chair. “You understand exactly what Bill and I want?” she asked quietly while giving the young woman a stern once over. “I believe so,” Briana replied. “Well, just to be sure, let’s go over everything one more time, just to make sure we understand each other,” Emma said evenly. “Uh, that’s fine by me,” Briana replied while fidgeting in her seat. …