Her period was late, and she asked to see his baby pictures.
She’d told her mother about him. I’m seeing someone, she said. And I’m happy. Don’t get pregnant by that old man mija, said the mother. He’ll die and leave you alone.
And he said maybe she’s right.
But he thought: I’m on vacation from thinking about the future. He didn’t want to move the particle by observing it.
They were at an art opening for her friends. The friends had a young son. 2 about to turn 3. And he liked to go out. They took him everywhere. He was playing with trucks with a painter who was there. A baby and an adult man, ramming plastic trucks into each other. The kid had a big mass of curly blonde hair. Susannah went up to him and touched it. Stroked his hair. When they got home she said were you a blonde baby. Did you look like him.
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