The Lending Library

by Aliza Fogelson

I began to notice that when I told him a story, he’d always swing the conversation back around to something that had happened to him.

“Of course you do. But are you really ready to take care of him?” “Yes,” I said without thinking. “To be his mother?” “Yes. I know I can do it.” “I’m sorry, but how do you know? From babysitting?” I didn’t like the tone of Shep’s voice. “Tons of first-time mothers don’t have anywhere near that much experience,” I pointed out.