A look of uncertainty marked Dr. Marcus Dawson's wrinkled face. He looked around the hospital room nervously.  Finally he spoke, "Britt, do you by any chance know a Constance Leah Sadowski?"

"Noni. That's my Noni's... well my grandmother... She raised me." I struggled for the right words to say.

"I thought so." Dr. Dawson nods. "I knew Connie when we were both quiet a bit younger. She was a nurse, my assistant in fact, when we worked up in New York State."

"Really?" This was a cool factoid, but I didn't understand why he was telling me this.

"I can tell you are wondering why I'm bringing this up..." He fiddled with the stethoscope around his neck. "We were working together on a special case about twenty four years ago."

"Twenty four?" My mind started whirling. "Will it be twenty five in a few months?" My breath was catching.

"Yes." He nods, solemnly. Then he looks up at me and smiles. "I was there at your birth. I was the doctor who delivered you."