“Be delicate. Be truly delicate.”
Molly tapped Child Cora and touched her face. She scoured her hands all over her small wrapped-up body, then articulated the best insurance promise to her sweet child sister.
“You just emerged from mama’s midsection. I won’t drop you … I won’t let you go any longer.”
Incapable of opposing, Molly gave her child a delicate press. She kissed her, scoured her cheek on Child Cora’s, then continued looking adoringly at the family’s new child.
