No Vacancy

Lying in my bed, it was only after Every sound had finished That I realized the woman was pregnant. These are hard times for everyone. What am I suppose to do? Kick my own mother-in-law out? It was dark, her breathing was labored, yes. I figured from travel. They seem fine now, though. I can see them in Elijah's Manger a hundred yards out. That dirty little hay hole. I pray they make it through the night.