“ Minutes later, freshly dressed and perfumed, Sandi joined her husband in their oversize dining room, designed with entertaining in mind. They sat at one end of the long table, a spray of red gladioli creating a more intimate space. Pavla served the meal as usual, placing each course before them with quiet assurance.
Sandi watched her closely, noticing as if for the first time how mature Pavla had become. A healthy, twenty-something woman. Full of energy, brimming with life. The perfect age for conceiving a child, for giving birth…
Sandi's eyes widened. Theres no heartache Pavla can't mend.
Alan's words, but with a very different meaning.
Paula. Bearing my husband's child. For me.
Sandi blanched at the outrageous notion. Had anyone shed ever known done such a thing? Yet if the law allowed surrogate motherhood and if both parties were willing, might it not be the very best solution?
Distracted by her thoughts, she let Alan carry their dinner conversation
until Pavla arrived with dessert…”
