Whatever anger Lottie had been feeling at Ruth when she had entered the house moderated at the sound of the infants cry. Lottie made her way to her daughter's side.

"Oh Ruth." Lottie began with a tired yet sympathetic tone "Your father and I aren't angry, we're just disappointed. You could have, should have wrote." Lottie peeked at her new grandchild.

"My, you're a fat one.." she remarked candidly.