Baby Margo bounces in my lap. She blows spit bubbles. Her entire weight rests against my torso and her wispy hair tickles my cheek. She is looking at Andrew, she laughs. Her gaze shifts from Andrew to Janelle, to the table in front of us. I’m out of sight. Does she remember that I’m here? Probably not, I think. I wonder what props me up when I’m looking…
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