WHIRLPOOL 

Part 2

Maelstrom Mud


    Lucas struggled to concentrate on his family. He sighed - at work he thought of his family, at home he thought of work and Mr. Dictator Boss who was never ever happy, even remotely with his work.
    Why couldn't he do better? He tried to focus on Esther, then suddenly realized she was being happy! Quickly he reached out to clasp her hand resting on their large, three-seater couch, and edged closer.
    "The baby smiled at me," she was saying. With a pang he noticed she still was calling the little girl "the baby." Still her tone was helpful.
    Clearly, Esther saw again the baby smile tentatively at her, a small frown creasing her little forehead. Without thinking, Esther had smiled back. Encouraged, Katie had beamed and gurgled, dark eyes lighting up.
    Her own baby had died within hours of birth. Stricken, lost in blame, she hadn't noticed a nurse and doctor asking her if should help a nameless child. The parents had died in a car crash. She said 'no,' but her milk was flowing. "Just briefly," the nurse pleaded. We will find relatives. She has cried for days."

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