“Be careful today, Em. And take it easy. You don’t have to do everything on your list, okay?”
Em yawned at him and got up to get dressed. She felt lazy, grubby and claustrophobic. She wanted to breathe fresh air.
After she finished her weak-sauce decaf tea, Ethan began to stir. She nursed him again, then dressed him in a warm sleeper. As she buckled him into the stroller, she inhaled his soft, faintly sour smell and was surprised how good it made her feel.
When she bent down and kissed him, his fat, moist hand hit her on the nose.
“Don’t take my whining personally, Ethie.” She stroked the silky hair on his almost-bald head.
Today, the street was damp from last night’s rain. Dry patches remained where cars had parked all night and left in the morning. Apparently, everyone had somewhere
