But the little boy didn’t have any reason to share my point of view, so I went along with him.
Andre seemed to perk up with the change of scenery, and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Sasha finished her bottle, and after leaving the empty bottle on the table, I settled the girl over my shoulder so she could burp. It didn’t take much, nor did it take long for her to yawn and cling to my clothes, looking for the most comfortable position to fall asleep. This girl slept a lot; I wondered if she was smaller than she looked. Babies who are only a few weeks old are usually sleepier; then, as they gain weight and become more active, they sleep less. But Sasha ate, slept, and—surprisingly—got dirty with clocklike precision.
The word “prodigy,” and the way Agent Aguilera had used it to refe
