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discussion?”
    A blonde raised her hand. She was discreetly nursing her baby with a light blanket thrown over her shoulder. “What is it, Barbara?” Liz asked.
    â€œMy husband is concerned about bringing Tommy into bed with us,” Barbara started, with a quick loving glance at the child in her arms. “I explained thatwhen he wakes up in the middle of the night, it’s easier if I can doze while he nurses. I get more sleep that way. But he, my husband,” she clarified, “is afraid that it’ll start a habit and the baby will go off to college before we get any privacy. If you know what I mean,” she finished.
    Joe felt everyone in the room look at him, including Liz. They were waiting for a reaction. So, this was a test. He decided he could act one of two ways. Embarrassed at such intimate discussion, or treat it as the earthy part of life it was. The woman who’d initiated the question had done it of her own free will. She wasn’t put off by his presence. Why should he be uncomfortable?
    â€œA child’s needs versus intimacy is a dilemma that a lot of couples face,” Liz said. “Since we have a guest of the male persuasion, and access to his point of view, what do you think about asking him? Mr. Marchetti, would you care to comment?”
    He stood and cleared his throat. “I’ve never been married, but my parents have been together for going on thirty-six years. According to my mother, it’s important for a man and woman to work on their relationship. That’s the foundation of the family. If it’s weak, the first crisis will topple everything.”
    â€œGood advice,” Liz said, a subtle note of surprise in her voice. “But when you add a demanding new baby to the dynamic, whose needs take precedence? How do you deal with that? What about taking the child into bed?”
    Joe watched the majority of women nod questioningly. Now he knew that Liz was putting him on the spot, deliberately testing him. He couldn’t blame her. This was her “baby,” her territory, her sphere of expertise. And he was a fish out of water. However, he’d always been a good test-taker. And he didn’t turn his back on a challenge. He had something to prove to Nurse Ratchett. Thinking back, he tried to remember what Rosie had said when her daughter was an infant.
    He cleared his throat. “At bedtime start the baby out in his or her own bed. If they wake up during the night and it doesn’t look good for getting them to sleep easily, then you have to make a decision about whether or not to take them in with you.”
    A general murmur went up as the women commented to each other. Since they were nodding their heads and smiling, Joe figured he’d done good.
    Another woman raised her hand. “Mr. Marchetti, I like bringing the baby in bed with us. I want to know that he’s all right and to strengthen the family bonds. My husband doesn’t mind. But lately he’s been wondering when, you know, he and I can…well, you know,” she finished with a shrug and shy smile.
    Keep it light, he told himself. Don’t let on that you’d rather be shooting hoops or pumping iron. Anything but advising new mothers about “you know.” “I guess you’re referring to what my mother calls ‘the wild thing.”’ They all laughed, easing the mood. “When the baby goes to sleep and the two of you are alone opportunity knocks. Answer the door,” he said simply.
    â€œWhat if you have other children?” someone asked.
    â€œIf you’re lucky enough to have grandparents to take over, ask them for help and go to the cabin in the mountains like my folks did. If you don’t have that support, try to find a routine that puts the kids inbed early so that you and your husband have time for each other.”
    Just then, Barbara’s baby, who had finished eating, began to wail. She stood and