“What do you mean by small?”
“They’re boney. Frail, like they haven’t eaten in…” Days? Weeks?
“She had a hard time pushing. She was exhausted. It should’ve been an easy birth.” My aunt stared off into the distance. She’d had a hard time in the room, even though she was incredibly helpful.
“I heard that. Any ideas why?” Rhett scratched his chin and sighed. I tried to wrap my brain around it, but I couldn’t think of anything.
“I don’t know. The baby’s perfectly healthy, and both of them look small. If it was just Rhonda, or if only Rhonda and the baby both looked poorly, I would have some sort of idea.”
“Can I see it?” Lily sat at the table patiently, with her hands clasped together on the table. I listened to the three of them in the room. Rhonda and Oliver cooed at the baby while occa
