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Pfizer, Novartis, Chi Chi’s Mexican Restaurant, IBM, and the local bagel shop. I finagled seats on several boards for Jane, to occupy her time. We didn’t need the money, but I liked to see her dress up and act purposeful. She never had much to say at the meetings, but she sparkled like a jewel and added an aura of elegance to any room she entered. That said, she was a less than an ideal mother. For some unknown reason, she was awkward around the baby, and put off by the messiness of feeding her and changing diapers. If the baby woke in the night crying, she generally slept right through the racket and left it up to me to provide solace. She needed her beauty sleep. I couldn’t understand her. I didn’t mind being a dad. In fact, I was thrilled by it, filled with wonder at this tiny person we’d created. I enjoyed comforting the baby and rocking her back to sleep. I loved her fresh, clean scent and her unadulterated joy at every new thing. I enjoyed feeding her, wiping the mess off her face after she ate, playing with her, reading to her, being in the pool with her. I savored every moment with my beautiful little daughter. She had my dark hair and her mother’s blue eyes; my smarts, her mother’s charisma. She’d get the best of everything. I’d see to that. _______

“Wha, wha, wha. Wha, wha, wha. Wha wha wha. ” It went on and on, a never-ending, ear-piercing wail. The baby had cholic, and I’d spent half the night driving around with her, hoping she’d fall asleep, and the rest of the night humming to her, reading The Duck and The Beast, and walking back and forth in the nursery, holding her on my shoulder. Nothing seemed to work.

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The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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