Have you ever measured?”
“A touch over nine and a half,” I told her, inordinately pleased by her reaction. you do realize we’re going to have to keep this from Connor, too, don’t you? Xxnx She was so cute and tiny, her fingers couldn’t even come close to reaching her thumbs on the other side. Then, there was no hiding it; she squealed and shrieked, clutching and clawing at the couch, bucking herself nearly out of my grip. I hoped not, but I couldn’t exactly ask, not without admitting I’d just allowed my attention to drift from what she had been saying! My God, she was beautiful! Or if I was… “I always wanted to have more kids!” One of the many reasons I’d divorced Megan, when she’d arbitrarily and unilaterally changed her mind about our plan to have more, after Connor had been born. “Not really.”
