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Parlor Games
Are we having fun yet?
Kim calls them parlor games. One that has kept her entertained for months is to quite deliberately smile full on at extremely attractive people. She gets endless delight in seeing confident golden people get so confused.
This one is less fun but she can’t seem to shake it.
“So, there are going to be times when I’m sitting, strapped into my geri-chair, drooling and rocking and, hopefully someone will have changed me into dry clothes again, and there I am, witless and gone and then I’ll think about this moment. How cold your feet are right now even though the room is warm and we’re under the covers. And I’ll…”
“Kimmy, shhhh.”
But it’s too late. Even without the baby walkie talkie, little Itzak’s bellows yank both Kim and Point out of bed like puppets. This parenting thing sounded good in theory. At least the kid is usually pretty good about going back to sleep. All it takes is some cooing and jiggling.
“So? Ready to start on another?” Point grins, holding the baby and bobbing up and down gently.
Kim almost doesn’t hear him; she’s hoarding everything about the moment. The smell of their skin, the way the street light picks out the grinning doll babies, the shift of Point’s hips as he rocks their son back to sleep. It’s passing too…
