I hugged her and shed tears with her. I was so overcome by the emotion of the moment that I hadn’t noticed Opal Anne was nursing a baby that was not...Pauli. Releasing Daisy, I looked down to where Opal Anne had retaken her seat on the couch and at her serene expression.“What have we here?”“This is Brandon. He is Marissa’s son, she’s the thirteen-year-old who died from the rape. He hasn’t had any mother’s milk since he was born. Daisy thinks that mother’s milk helps babies not be sickly. I didn’t. She jumped to her feet and said quite grandly, ‘It is a pleasure to have you call Mrs Fletcher. Mr Mitchell has no one with him at the moment so I’ll tell him you’re here.’ ‘Don’t allow me to take you from your work Mrs Ferris. He knows me so won’t take this visit as an intrusion.’ Jackson looked up from the manual he was reading and sprang to greet Simone and appeared to almost kiss her. ‘Go on,’ she smiled, raising her lips, and was kissed. ‘I wish to invite you to lunch on Saturday.’ ‘That’s. I reached into my other pocket and took out her polka dot thong.“There’s this.” I handed it over.“I can make that work.” Twisting it a couple of times she pulled her hair back and bound it with her panties. It looked like a hair scrunchy all bunched up on the back of her head. She checked in the mirror and smiled. “Not bad, I have to remember that.”When she opened the door a gust of hot wind blew her dress up and her naked bottom was the last thing I saw. Then she was off down the sidewalk.. She does not take this for granted. He will breathe in peaceful rhythm beneath her smiling tear-streaked face and she will send up silent prayers for the unknown loved ones who morn, while she — amidst pangs of guilt — rejoices at the familiar sound of her husband’s gentle snores. Yes, these are good decent deserving people and my rush of jealousy towards them revolts me. What kind of person does this make me? Should I not rather be moved and inspired by the pure perfect love I see before me? .