Life after Daniel plummeted fast. Richard lost his job soon after finding the last one and he was back to looking. Daniel thankfully slept through most nights and cried little while I increased my hours again at work and returned to the bookstore.
The arguments resumed, picking up right where we left them while I was pregnant. By the third month, Daniel had developed colic. His screams could be timed to the minute. From four P.M. to eleven, every night, Daniel screamed as if someone had cut off his big toe. The predictable screaming added an immediate tension to the already wrought household and my relationship.
Richard still watched his movies. I was now handling postpartum with the chronic state of depression. I was prone to flashbacks on a daily basis while Richard handled it in the o
