I'm Not Going to Get Pregnant, Gwen Says.

Gwen mains knew something was wrong the moment she saw Dr. Franklin's face. She hasn't even looked into adoption yet, but there are waiting lists and gatekeepers. The baby is swaddled in a piece of bedmesh inside an oval-shaped protective capsule on top of a pile of crates. Gwen mains would be a good parent for a most unusual child. He watches her drive away, heading down the bypass road toward the donut place.