Chapter Twenty-Four
It’s a useless ride really—except for romantic purposes—but Rosie said she didn’t mind the trip to the airport, so we see Leigh off together on Sunday evening. Rosie ended up staying at Muriel and Francine’s for two nights in a row.
“Does that make me a bad mother?” I asked Leigh, who really was not the right person to ask.
“Nothing will ever make you a bad mother.” She said the right thing but spanked me harder afterward nonetheless.
The three of us sit squeezed in the back of a taxi, Rosie half on my lap, Leigh’s shoulder pressed into mine. I can’t explain what she does to me, but maybe I needed a break from that intense longing in order to have another child. In hindsight, there were many justifications for our break-up. As many as there are now reasons to try ag
