It was a small plastic bottle that had been placed in Karen’s hand, and when she tried to sip it a soft rubbery thing bounced against her lips. Confused, the girl opened her eyes.
“Wha… Dillion!” Leaping to her feet and waving about the baby bottle she was holding, the girl cried, “What the heck is this?!”
“Oh, it’s a new kind of milk Mom’s trying out,” the boy explained at once. Wearing a friendly smile that didn’t seem to suggest anything odd about this scenario, the boy asked, “Do you not like it?”
“So not the point! You’re not funny, and I’m going to go get an actual glass.”
The girl set to walking, then, but quickly noticed something else amiss – her legs seemed to be spread out a bit as she moved, like something was forcing them apart.
