Stupid Baby

She ignored his shock, staring at the baby. She scratched her nose and held out a hand to her father.

“I’m hungry. Give me a dollar for the vending machine.”

He gave her the dollar and she walked away.


“It’s not normal.”

“Of course it’s normal. Good grief, it would be abnormal if she didn’t feel some jealously.”

Marie sighed and went and lay down on the bed. Home at last. If she didn’t move for the next hundred years, that would be just fine.

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