Little Charlie wanted some attention. He was unusually fussy for this late hour.
Betty placed him on the changing table. She was quick – she had plenty of experience – and had him in a fresh diaper and back in his wooden crib before his parents knew any better.
Anne and Charles Senior. Good people, a little self-involved, but they still put the baby first. Surprising for two people in the public eye.
Before leaving the nursery Betty cracked the window. She thought nothing of letting some fresh air in.
A simple act, one she’d regret for the rest of her days.
The Weekday One Hundred 