Rhett and I carried in bowls, and he handed one to Oliver. Rhonda held the baby, and didn’t look up at us.
“I made soup.” I stood by the side of the bed, and she ignored me, tracing her finger down the baby’s nose. Rhonda looked tiny in the bed, with her arms on top of pillows, still unable to hold the baby up on her own.
“I need to hold her.”
“You need to eat and get your strength up. It’ll only be for a few minutes, then you can hold her again.” I stared at her boney hands and knobby wrists. My grip tightened on the bowl, and I had to remind myself not to break it.
“We named her Amazonite, Amy for short.” Rhonda smiled down at her. Her family was similar to my own, but instead of flowers, they named their children after crystals, minerals, or gems. Rhonda’s real name was Rhodonite.
