*Ethan*
The half hour that I spent with Noa in my arms is my favorite time of the day, and not just because my niece blinks up at me with such big blue eyes. Her mother’s blue eyes. But because I have her mother’s attention as well. I can see a quarter of an inch of black skirt creeping past the door jamb, and I know before I am done it will be a full inch as Josie leans closer to the threshold in order to hear me.
It wasn't until the third day that I noticed the edge of her gown. Until then I had given all my attention to Noa, but on that particular afternoon she had fallen asleep. I looked up, and saw the bombazine, and continued waxing on.
“Let’s see, Noa, where were we?" I am so tempted to call out and ask Josie where I ended yesterday’s tale, but I know her well enough to know tha
