I remember when he was born. It was as though I were a carrier for Husbandrinka’s genes. “He’s totally you,” I said, holding Young Ladrinka. “I know,” Husbandrinka said, not displeased. “Maybe he’ll have my freckles,” I suggested. “You can’t have freckles if you look like me,” I remember my husband saying. I knew what […]
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