About the BabyGillian Devereux
They found the baby delightfully easy to conceal and took turns. They rolled it in blankets, towels, carpets, newspaper, plastic wrap, mosquito netting, Venetian blinds and then fit it snugly inside drawers and hollow floorboards. Sometimes they left the baby on the couch beneath a nest of throw pillows. Sometimes they propped it up in the liquor cabinet between the gin and the sweet vermouth, ready to topple out when an unsuspecting guest opened the door. The baby appeared behind bathroom mirrors and dining room chairs. It dangled from chandeliers.
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