Remember
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Wendy held the tiny baby in her arms. He felt like a water balloon. He moved his tiny limbs, and stared up into her face. They say babies this young couldn't smile, but Wendy was sure she saw his tiny lips twitch. "Oh, he's lovely, Aunt Millicent!" She cried. She sat on her rich Victorian sofa in her aunt's elegant home.
Millicent Bacher smiled as well, which was a rarity in itself. Wendy knew that her stuffy old aunt would be hard to marry, but she had in the past year. Better late than never, her father had said. And now little William Jr. sat sleeping in Wendy's arms. He was Millicent's second son if you counted Slightly. Her husband, a psychiatrist named Dr. William Bacher was off attending to his patients. And he had so many, he had spent only a brief time with his newborn son.
Wendy had been sent to live with Aunt Millicent soon after she married. In her aunt's eyes, it was proper education for a young lady to see how a young married housewife should act, and with all of her brothers at home, it was impossible for Wendy's own mother to teach her. It was most improper for a young lady to recall tales of pirates, and Indians, and swordfights, and with Millicent's strict rules, she hoped to squash this silliness out of her niece. Wendy's brothers were all loomed around her, staring at the small bundle.
"He's so tiny!"
"He's moving!"
"He smells funny!"
The adults, including Aunt Millicent chuckled. "I think it's time for him to be changed," Aunt Millicent whispered, and took the baby from Wendy.
Her mother followed Aunt Millicent in case she needed any help, and George sat in an armchair and picked up the paper.
As soon as they were out of the room, her brothers rounded on her. "Wendy, tell us a story!" they begged.
Wendy's eyes grew large. "Story? No, no, boys…"
"Oh, just a little one!"
"Tell us about Cinderella!"
"No, about Pan!"
They all cheered loudly at this.
Millicent stuck her head in the parlor. "Wendy, come help your aunt."
Wendy jumped to her feet. "I do not know who you're talking about, boys," She said, and gave a little shiver, as though the thought of recalling her tales, or even thinking about Peter scared her to death.
Yeah this chapter is pretty short, but the rest should be longer! Enjoy!
