He kisses just like Westley in The Princess Bride.
Judah turns the baby around so they’re facing each other. I notice that Little Mo pulls his legs up instead of stiffening them when held under his arms.You don’t look like a Mo,’ he informs the baby. For the next forty minutes I listen to Judah discuss various name choices with the baby, who looks right through him. By the time we reach Wal-Mart, my arms are aching, and the baby is fussy. Judah has somehow renamed him Miles. Mo Miles, Mo Miles, he says, and I swear Mo gives him a little smile like he’s approving. Mo’s smiles are rare. I feel jealous.
I think he needs formula, I say. We make our way to the baby aisle. I grab diapers, formula, and a pack of bottles. When I turn around, Judah has a colorful toy in his hand; he’s moving it left to right, letting Mo follow it with his eyes. There is a brief moment where Mo lifts his fist as if to touch the toy, and my heart does a little jump.We’re getting that too, I say.Your mom leave you some money? he asks me when I pull a hundred dollar bill from my pocket.
Here, he says, holding out his hand for my Groceries & Shit bag. He needs a bottle.I hold Mo while Judah makes him a bottle. Two scoops of formula, a bottle of Aquafina, then he shakes it and holds out his arms. I place Mo is his lap, and Judah sticks the bottle in his mouth. As I watch Mo eat, I wonder how Judah knew how to do that. I would have struggled to read the instructions for fifteen minutes, and probably would have dropped the whole container of powder on the ground. While I watch them, I hear Lyndee’s screams. I smell the smoke. I feel her blood. I killed a woman. I planned it all out, and I killed a woman, and here I am at Wal-Mart the next day with my hot cripple friend and the neighbor’s baby. I don’t know which person is the imposter. I am either Margo of the Bone, or this new thing, this murderer. Or maybe I’ve always been her, this vile, wicked person; she was just there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for me to act on my impulses.
How did you know how to do that? I ask.
You work with babies?It was a number I didn’t recognize. I hit talk.
Yes? My words were clipped. I made a left onto Ocean and pressed down on the gas.There’s been an … incident with your wife.
My wife? God, what has she done now? I thought about the feud she was currently having with the neighbors about their dog and wondered if she’d done something stupid.My name is Doctor Letche, I’m calling from West Boca Medical Center. Mr. Drake, your wife was admitted here a few hours ago.