“And?” she murmured, sleepily.
“And I took the subway.”
“And?” Macy murmured, even quieter now, almost just a whisper.
“And I saw Aunty Sara, and we talked about you and how great you are, and how much we both love you.”
And?” Macy whispered, as her eyelids fluttered a little, and closed.
“And?” I said, laughing. “What else is there, baby? I thought about you, of course. And how much I love you.”
But Macy couldn’t hear me. She was already fast asleep. I lowered her under the covers, and adjusted the pillows. I brushed a strand of her dark hair aside, and kissed her forehead.
“I guess I saw your daddy today,” I said, softly, so there was no chance Macy could hear me in her deep, deep sleep.
I got up, and quietly stepped out of her room, switching on Macy’s night-light.
I went to th
