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Whoa,” Becky said, because the baby kicked her hard in the bladder.
Felix startled, backing up and nearly falling over a chair.
“Sorry, I was whoa-ing because right when you came in, the baby kicked, not because you’re Felix Callahan. Oh, you know what it reminded me of ? When Elisabeth’s baby kicks just as Mary greets her? Isn’t that funny? As if I had some spiritual sign when I saw you.”
Annette smiled, her eyebrows raised. Felix glared handsomely. Becky stamped down a desire to squirm.
“No, it’s not terribly funny,” Felix said, “particularly as I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Elisabeth, wife of Zacharias, cousin to Mary, mother of Jesus? No? Nothing?”
Felix looked at her with a careful lack of amusement.
“Oh, maybe you don’t have the Bible in England. See, there’s this guy named Jesus and his mother is named Mary, and well, it’s a really interesting read if you don’t mind parables.
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