The Baby of Tony and Jessica

That Saturday morning Jessica Van Haren lay in bed with the thought, that she had been blessed in many ways. Only she could not yet make up her mind, whether she wanted to wake up already or not. It was the day of her twenty-fourth birthday. There was a green line put around that date on the calendar on the wall. At half past seven, Tony, her husband, got up without making noise and he had softly drawn back the curtains. The old Frisian clock downstairs in the hall struck one time, so she...