hurt her teeth.
I watched Michael’s face go blank.
Not angry. Not confused.
Blank.
Linda said Peter had been born in 1988, two years before Michael. Full term. Big baby. Seven pounds, nine ounces. Dark hair. “He looked like your father,” she said, and then she made this awful noise into the phone.
He came home from the hospital. He nursed. He slept.
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