<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Gregory Widcombe and Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Greg was beginning to realize that, due to the bad weather, the stuck front door, and Ms. Ishimoto's state, the delivery of her baby might have to take place at the mansion.  He called out to the group in the parlor, "Does anyone here have experience delivering a baby?" <br/>
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Abby reluctantly raised her hand.<br/>
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"And you are?"  Greg asked.<br/>
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"Abby Daniels."<br/>
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"The waitress?  How does a waitress end up delivering babies?"<br/>
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"Charlie's Diner is near the Greyhound station.  And we stay open late.  So we've had pregnant women walk off one of the late bus's, realize the person who was supposed to meet them is a no-show, and then realize the only place still open is the diner.  And at least two of them have given birth at that diner, with me doing the delivery."<br/>
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"Good enough.  I'm Greg, by the way."<br/>
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"I know."<br/>
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"So what do you need?"<br/>
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"I need someone to call 911.  I've delivered babies, but I always prefer to at least have a doctor on the line in case something unexpected happens.  Then I need blankets and sheets.  And a change of clothes, since I'm certainly not going to wear this dress during a delivery.  Giving birth is a messy activity."  She glanced at Rikkie as she entered the room.  "Got a spare maid's uniform I could borrow?"</span>