I met Luna yesterday after work. She suggested we check out the happy hour at Palamino. She had a single drink, a blended margarita. It was her first drink since the beginning of her pregnancy, oh, 15 or 16 months ago. She was dizzy before it was half done. We got home and a few minutes later, I found her puking it all out.
Sophie’s lying in bed with me babbling, playing, once in a while screeching. We’re listening to The Essential Bob Dylan and Sophie’s showing off the new dance she does up on hands and knees . . . let’s call it “The Sophie Hump.” Luna’s smiling at us from her corner armchair.
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