“They didn’t say anything. No stories. No information. Just warnings”
Felix shifts the baby from one shoulder to the other and prays that she will not start crying once again. He has been designated nursemaid by Emmy, who has taken Chasya along with her on her adventure.
How do these women do it? He has spent the last half hour looking down at the screaming red face, requesting in his most polite tone of voice, in a tone of voice that is entirely rational, and devoid of such emotion as frustration or helplessness, that the baby simply indicate what ails her.
He would be more than happy to supply it. He has milk in a bottle and a fresh change of clothes in case she is wet. He has a blanket if she is too cold, which he will remove if she is too warm. Really, he would be most happy to oblige as long as she would stop crying.
“It is a good thing babies grow up to be rational beings, otherwise there would be no hope,” he tells her. He lifts his gold watch and looks at the time. They have only been out an hour. Far too long. Though certainly not long enough for their liking.
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