Stupid Baby

“Mm-hmm.”

“Were you sad?”

“Of course,” her mother said automatically.

Louise stared at her for a moment, feeling disappointed.

“Really?” she asked.

Her mother looked at her suddenly. She wore contacts, not glasses and her face was fuller, the lively intelligent planes making her prettier, but she and Louise had the same light hazel, almost golden eyes. Her mother gave one of her rare mischievous smiles which lit up her whole face.





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