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Aug. 6th, 2005 02:52 pm"Oh, isn't she cute! And what's her name? How old is she?"
"Fay. She's six months old."
Tess looked at the disapproving expression on the old woman's face and sighed, steeling herself for the inevitable lecture. She knew there was a reason she never took the baby to the park ... but it was so nice out this afternoon, with the sun and wind gently tickling the the trees, that she just couldn't stand being inside for one more minute.
"Are you sure she's eating enough? She seems awfully ..." The right word was searched for and discarded in favour of something more polite. "Small for her age."
"She's perfectly healthy." A teething toy flew out of the carriage, and Tess patiently retrieved it, setting it in Fay's lap. Two tiny hands curved around the chubby ring, chomping firmly on one of the rubber nubbles. "My husband and I are ... small-boned."
"I see." The woman peered more closely at Fay, kneeling down to level with the baby in her nest of recieving blankets. Fay looked up from the teething ring for a moment to stare at the big person with sober blue eyes and then began to cry.
"She's probably hungry. There, there, honey, that's all right." Tess grabbed the handle of the carriage and set down the weaving concrete path at a half-run, letting out an enormous sigh.
"Good thing she didn't ask to hold you, huh?" she murmured. "I don't know how I would've explained the wings."
"Fay. She's six months old."
Tess looked at the disapproving expression on the old woman's face and sighed, steeling herself for the inevitable lecture. She knew there was a reason she never took the baby to the park ... but it was so nice out this afternoon, with the sun and wind gently tickling the the trees, that she just couldn't stand being inside for one more minute.
"Are you sure she's eating enough? She seems awfully ..." The right word was searched for and discarded in favour of something more polite. "Small for her age."
"She's perfectly healthy." A teething toy flew out of the carriage, and Tess patiently retrieved it, setting it in Fay's lap. Two tiny hands curved around the chubby ring, chomping firmly on one of the rubber nubbles. "My husband and I are ... small-boned."
"I see." The woman peered more closely at Fay, kneeling down to level with the baby in her nest of recieving blankets. Fay looked up from the teething ring for a moment to stare at the big person with sober blue eyes and then began to cry.
"She's probably hungry. There, there, honey, that's all right." Tess grabbed the handle of the carriage and set down the weaving concrete path at a half-run, letting out an enormous sigh.
"Good thing she didn't ask to hold you, huh?" she murmured. "I don't know how I would've explained the wings."
