Melba pushed herself from her chair and slouched wearily off to the bedroom. Norman watched her, a frown on his face. A seventh child, he thought. At Melba's age!
After the sounds of the baby's bath ceased, Norman heard the back door slam, then Melba returned to the living room.
"Call me wicked, if you must, but I've finally done as I've been threatening ever since this one was born. I threw the baby out with the bathwater!"