"His mother," he says. "My wife. Deborah. She's, she's learning how to take care of him. Like I did."
He thinks of looking into Calvin's room and seeing Deborah there, holding Calvin and soothing him. A year ago, she wouldn't have done that. Neither of them would have. Calvin was Marisa's job, not theirs.
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Date: 2008-12-10 11:16 pm (UTC)"His mother," he says. "My wife. Deborah. She's, she's learning how to take care of him. Like I did."
He thinks of looking into Calvin's room and seeing Deborah there, holding Calvin and soothing him. A year ago, she wouldn't have done that. Neither of them would have. Calvin was Marisa's job, not theirs.
He closes his eyes hard.