Sophie is with her mother and father at their house. Sophie feels fat. She always feels fat around her mother and father. Her father kisses her on the cheek and smiles warmly. He takes Rebecca from Sophie and unbundles the baby from her layers. He goo-goos and ga-gas. His noises bother Sophie more than anything. Because they are forced. They are the noises a grandfather is supposed to make when he plays with his new granddaughter. Nothing is natural anymore, Sophie thinks. But then she knows nothing has ever been natural with her parents. It’s more about what is right than what is natural. And right can mean many things as long as right is smiled upon by their friends and colleagues.
“Darling.” Sophie’s mother comes into the front hallway. “Did you get your manicure?”
Sophie holds up her
