IT WAS FOREVER

　　TIARA

　　I’ve been very busy for the last two weeks. Dad had regained his company, as my mother had said. Vincent wouldn’t leave me alone for a moment, and my mother had finished the AA sessions with praise. I was so proud of her.

　　Why didn’t I like the smell of tea?

　　“Mrs. Baker, you’re eight weeks pregnant. The baby’s healthy, so it’s time to do everything for two.” 

　　“Hey, what about me? I had a ...