“I never thought about it. It never came up.” She stood up and kissed the top of my head, then bent and kissed the top of Evelyn’s. “Get some sleep, honey.”
After she left, I sat there in the rocking chair for a long time, looking down at my daughter’s hair.
Something was turning over in my mind. Something I couldn’t quite catch.
I can’t believe you did this to me.
I was too exhausted to finish the thought. I put Evelyn in the bassinet, and I lay down, and somewhere around four-thirty, finally, I slept.
The next day was Sunday.
My dad made pancakes, which was the only thing he knew how to cook. He made them shaped like Mickey Mouse, the way he used to when I was little, and he slid a plate in front of me and said, “Eat. Doctor’s orders.”
