Myra and Annie, with Nikki’s help, dragged Adel Newsom into the bathroom.

“If she gets bored,” Nikki said, “she can swing her legs and slide back and forth on the rod. I had to borrow Charles’s belt. He seems…out of it, poor thing. I finished the letter, and it will get sent sometime this afternoon. I checked three o’clock to be on the safe side. We should be far away by then, and Snowden and his people will be here to…take care of business.”

“What are we going to do about the two surrogates?” Isabelle asked.

“I say we lock them up in the other bathroom and let Snowden turn them loose, with some very dire warnings of what will happen to them if they so much as breathe a word of what went on here. Before I came in here to help out, I had them sign all the legal forms. Those babies now belong to the Evanses and Dawsons forevermore,” Nikki said.

“We need to make tracks, ladies,” Annie said. “Time is marching on, and we don’t want to be late for our gig at Sixteen Hundred Pennsylvania Avenue, now do we?”

“God forbid we should be late for something so momentous, Annie!” Myra said, tongue in cheek.

The Sisters scurried as they gathered up their belongings amid the sea of feathers. It was Annie who later said she didn’t know why, but she stopped to listen to the conversation of the two surrogates. Her eyes popped wide at what she heard.

“Talk about Lady Luck smiling on us,” Donna Davis said. “I thought it was all over when they found out about that BMW I bought. I can’t believe you didn’t spend the money they paid you, Joan!”

“Look, I did it for all the right reasons. I needed the money for my tuition. My parents are not wealthy like yours,” Joan Olsen replied. “I never wanted to take the baby back. I believed those evil people when they said they would put us on YouTube. That would kill my parents, and I’d never get a job. I’ve worked too hard to let those evil people ruin my life. I never had any intention of spending that money. In fact, I was trying to come up with a way to give it to the Evans family and the baby as well, then get out of town to study for the bar exam back home as soon as I graduated. I don’t ever want to practice law in DC.”

“You’re stupid!” Donna Davis said.

“I’d rather be stupid than be someone like you, Donna.”

Quicker than lightning, Annie had the door open and was dragging a protesting Donna Davis into the dining room. “One more. Give her the works, and don’t spare the tar! I’ll explain later.”