Here
I don't even remember why I'm here. Is that a crime? Possibly. I'm here for Flo, and that's all that matters. I hate the company I'm keeping, but it's for Flo. Everything is. I wouldn't be anywhere if it weren't for her. I'm actually quite curious where I would be without her. Probably in an alley in New York city so depressed from the loss of my girlfriend that I refuse to play guitar… wait, that's something else…
She looked so beautiful in the hospital gown. Then again, I had never seen her ugly. Is it possible that she could be ugly? Not in my mind. Never, nothing could change that. Yet Anatoly ran up and gave her a kiss on the forehead and held her hand, and I remembered why I dreaded my location.
The baby was in her arms, wrapped in a blue blanket. I peered over, trying to look at it through Anatoly's big head. It had her eyes and delicate features, and it's full head was covered. "Come meet your godson, Freddie." Florence seemed to whisper at me. Anatoly passed the baby to me, and I took the blanket off of it's scalp very gingerly. Florence tried to stop me, but I didn't know why.
Then I did.
Bright blonde hair. A blonde Vassy baby.