Once, Diane reached into the bassinet to pick Brenda up.
Ben stepped between them.
“Move, sweetheart,” Diane said.
“No.”
I was embarrassed.
He looked at me, then slowly stepped aside.
“Ben.”
He stayed where he was.
“Move.”
He looked at me, then slowly stepped aside.
Later, I asked him what the problem was.
“Then why are you acting weird around her?”
“Nothing.”
“Did Grandma upset you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you acting weird around her?”
“I’m not.”
Meanwhile, Diane kept making comments about Brenda.
That became his answer for everything.
I’m not.
Nothing happened.
I’m fine.
Meanwhile, Diane kept making comments about Brenda.
One morning, she found me drinking coffee while Brenda slept against my chest.
Not cruel comments. At least, they didn’t sound cruel at first.
One morning, she found me drinking coffee while Brenda slept against my chest.
“You look exhausted.”
“I have a newborn.”
