On the porch planks, I knelt. The tiniest face was staring at me with eyes the same gray as my mother’s, while the other two were asleep.”Hey,” I muttered. “Hey, you.”
At that moment, Mrs. Hunter emerged in her bathrobe from the apartment next door, her slippers hitting the floor. It was a blessing that night because she had been my neighbor for six years and had never once given a damn.
There were two small faces sleeping.
That summer, Patricia had brought the triplets by twice, and each time, Mrs. Hunter had sat on the porch swooning over them as their mother, like a proud drill sergeant, listed off names and birth weights.
*** “”What in the world, Noah?”Daniel’s triplets are here.””Where is he?”vanished.
After glancing at the paper and me, she put her hand firmly against her chest.”What in the world?”You can’t raise three infants by yourself, honey!””I am aware!”You have no idea how to reheat a bottle.
I exhaled.
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