This was a very short story. It's strange that this made it to print all by itself since it might just have well have ended up as part of a short story collection.
Maybe that was the intent but somewhere along the way this got printed on its own.
The story itself is endearing. Not what I seek when I read King, but I know he's got many different genres to choose from and in my opinion this particular one is not to my liking. It feels too much like a movie only shown at 2 PM, because only desperate housewives will watch this kind of thing.
Too cheesy, too predictable and too long-winded even for a story this short. Still, when holding a crying infant, I enjoyed the cheesy predictability of it all.
