Chapter 12
When Erika leaned over the crib railing the next morning, rubbing her stiff back from a night on a mattress that was way too soft on a bed that was way too empty, Etsuko was quiet. She’d been up more than once, but now finally seemed comfortable for the long haul. It was a late practice day, and the hour was early, so Erika decided to head back to her own room. She stopped at the door, slightly ajar, dragging the sheet behind her again. Her make-believe tantrum had made its point. One night alone, maybe she would wake Billy up for make-up s*x. She could hear him softly snoring and could see his bare gut heaving in and out. Billy always got too warm and the covers often came off partway through the night. They were down right now to the base of his d**k. Almost as if on purpose,
