If Brenda started settling again, Diane kept disturbing her until she cried.
She picked Brenda up.
Unwrapped her.
Turned on the bright lamp.
Touched her feet and cheeks until she woke.
If Brenda started settling again, Diane kept disturbing her until she cried.
Three nights earlier, Diane had brought Brenda into our room around three.
Then Diane carried her into our room.
“She says Brenda woke up by herself,” Ben whispered.
I remembered.
Three nights earlier, Diane had brought Brenda into our room around three.
“She’s unsettled again,” she’d said.
Before that, another night.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Then another.
I looked at Ben.
“How many times?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I asked her why she kept waking Brenda.”
His chin trembled.
“I tried to make her stop.”
My stomach tightened.
“What happened?”
Ben wiped his face.
“She said you and Dad need to understand what your life is going to be like.”
