” I said. “I hope the futon has a bar in the middle.”
The Two of Them
I’m writing this at thirty-one weeks. The twins are healthy. One boy, one girl. I’ve been picking names by myself. I bought a secondhand double stroller from a woman in Park Slope who threw in a bag of onesies for free when I told her I was doing this alone. She hugged me in her doorway.continue reading …
