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She really doesn't cry much.

Really.

I'm so grateful to her for that.

But when she does cry,

It's so...

Sad

Like she's already got a broken heart

From that three-month-old little boy

At the park

Which I know is impossible

Because the only one she knows how to love yet

Is me

And I love her too much to break her little heart

I know it's just because she's hungry

Or wet

Or bored

Or lonely

And sometimes

I wonder if she misses her mother

Without even having known her for more than a day

Julie hasn't called once

Not that I want her to

She's crying right now

Due for her feeding

I'm just settling the two of us in the rocker

When someone knocks on the door

I try to feed her one-handed and open the door

And almost drop her when I see who is there

It's Ryan

"Hey," he says. "Wow, she's gotten bigger. Is she getting hair?"

Panicked, I look at PJ's head

Is it possible she started sprouting hair and I missed it?

It's all those damn hats Summer's been sticking on her

Sure enough, she has the finest white-blonde peach fuzz

I feel like shit because I didn't notice

"She's beautiful, Luke. She seems really happy."

This lifts my spirits a little.

"Thanks," I say. "So...what...?"

I trail off

"I thought maybe we'd see if we can't figure out that crib," Ryan says

Nodding towards the pile of white-metal bones

Still lying on the floor.

"After all, she'll outgrow that bassinette before you know it."

Just as quickly as she grew hair, I think to myself.

I remove the bottle from PJ's mouth and burp her

She does so magnificently, and I laugh proudly

Why I'm really laughing

Is because Ryan is our first and only visitor

Aside from Summer