From within her tote, Loretta wrinkled up her little eyes. She didn’t like the scrub room’s light, or maybe it was the smell. She whimpered rhythmically, then began screaming. Her yells echoed harshly from the walls and scared her into new convulsions of effort. "Oh, Loretta," Laura chided her. "And you’ve been so good lately, too." She kicked down the tote’s wire rocker stand and rocked it on the floor; but Loretta only turned tomato-red and flung her chubby arms wildly. Laura checked her diaper and sighed. "Can I change her in here, Andrei?"