It was a pleasure to settle in the small armchair by the cot. The night visit could be a two-way arrangement – Roland was soothed by watching his son sleep, face up, arms thrown back, his hands barely reaching the full extent of his head. A big fat brain and its bone protection was such an encumbrance starting out. So heavy it wouldn’t let Lawrence sit up during his first six months. Later it might think of other ways to be a burden.
