Tarnished Gold (Landry 5) - Page 76

Mama's voice trailed off.

"No, Mama. I've got to look at him. Please," I

begged.

She shook her head and then turned to

Octavious and nodded.

"Very, very quiet," he said, and practically

tiptoed down the hallway to the nursery

he and Gladys

had prepared. The wet nurse was already there. She

was a young girl not much older than me. Octavious

whispered something to her and she left without

glancing at me.

I stepped up to the cradle and peered in at baby

Paul, wrapped in his blue cotton blanket, his pink face

no bigger than a fist. His eyes were closed, but he was

breathing nicely. His skin was so soft. It was a little

crimson at the cheeks. All of his features were perfect.

Mama was right. His fingers, clutched at the blanket,

looked smaller than the fingers of any doll I had ever

had. My heart ached with my desire to touch him, to

kiss him, to hold him against my throbbing breasts

filled with milk that was meant to be his and would

never touch his lips.

"We better go," Octavious whispered. "Come on, honey," Mama urged. She put her

hand through my arm and held me at the elbow. "Good-bye, Paul," I whispered. "You'll never

know who I am. I'll never hear your cry again; never

comfort you or hear your laughing somehow,

somehow, I hope you'll sense that I'm out there, waiting anxiously for the day I can set eyes on you

again."

I kissed my finger and then touched his tiny

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