“Okay, kiddo. You’re the end of this disaster. Let’s do this fast. What do you say?” Ray hefted the big boy to his shoulder. “Man, you’re heavy compared to the other two. You’re going to be strong, aren’t you?” In response to his question, the infant jerked, then threw-up a mouthful of milk inside Ray’s shirt collar.
The lukewarm liquid rolled down his backside to his waistband. He slapped a hand over his mouth to keep his own throw up from going down the front side. He put the child on the floor, swept the other two to the floor, then rushed to the bathroom.
He ripped his shirt off and shimmied it over his back to wipe off the liquid. Well, it smeared more than come off. Three wails floated from the other room.
Barbara set a bowl of potato salad on the dining table followed by Tristan
