Chapter 13
Kaylee splashed around in the massive cast iron bath in her knickers, enjoying the bubbles Emma added with liberal abandon. Emma sat on the closed toilet lid and supervised, relieved the operation was over.
“How does your baby come out of there?” Kaylee asked, creating a bubble beard with tiny fingers. She paused to point at Emma’s stomach. The plastic bag knotted atop her head rustled with the movement, giving her white petals like a daisy.
“Ask Mummy,” Emma replied, deferring responsibility to Allaine.
“But how did it get in there?” Kaylee persisted and Emma stood.
“Definitely ask Mummy,” she replied, fixing a no-nonsense look on her face. “You’re getting wrinkly.” She smiled and pointed at Kaylee’s skinny toes. “I can’t send you back as a blonde frog. It’s time to pop yo
