Manon
I hold Febe in my arms rocking her back and forth. I seem to be getting a hang of the mothering thing.
I smile at her softly, rubbing her soft fat cheeks.
"Febe, are you cold? How about we put on the gold coat Daddy bought you from Egypt?"
She yawns. She loves that coat. I kiss her head, walking through the house, anxious.
"He'll back soon, I'm sure. Then everything will be fine. He'll buy you more expensive things you don't need, and I can complain about it."
She stares at me, putting her small hand on my breast, her mouth opening, her cute little tongue poking out.
Should it be so white?
"Oh, I don't have milk there. But let me-"
Wait. I have to pee. Again. Ugh! This is ridiculous!
"Mommy is sick of this! We're gonna have to get Daddy to take me to a doctor. If I pee one
