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Show Things to Remember 133 His fingers reached for the white petals, grabbed them captive between white knuckles. Mouth open. New treat. "You must be hungry," she said, and she wheeled toward home, through the screen door. As she lifted him out of the buggy, the package tumbled out of the shawl onto the floor. "Get that in a minute," she said. "Let's change those wet ones first." She oiled and powdered, put him into his nightgown and onto a floor quilt where he rocked back and forth on his hands and knees. He would be crawling soon, heaven forbid. Susan rinsed rice, diced onions, boiled and sauteed. Several times she noticed the package, still on the floor. Casserole in the oven, salad in the refrigerator, Susan scooped Geoffrey from quilted flannel, settled back in the rocking chair. Bulging breasts. Instant glom. "You're a glutton," she said. "You like your dinner don't you?" He sucked on. " I should be so lucky to have arms suspend me from the earth," she thought. The rocker creaked while the radio promised showers and bargains at Macy's. Twenty more minutes and David would stoop into the house weighted with law briefs, tension and Prosser on Torts. There i t was, on the floor-the present. Maybe tomorrow. 4. The sexagenarian doctor looked as i f she should have i t . Bravery, that i s . Her face, leathered and lean, showed no trace of a man in her l i f e . She seemed tough enough. But her hands shook near the baby's vein |
