Momma started to put me in the playpen with Gina and stopped with a surprised look on her face and then sat heavily on the sofa with me on her lap. She looked down at her breasts as if something magical and unknowable had taken place. I noticed that there was a small spot of moisture on both sides of her blouse in front. A half smile stole across her face and she began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, savoring each button in turn as if in anticipation of some treasure she was sure she would discover within.
Momma stuck her right hand in her blouse and felt around, then withdrew her hand suddenly, looking closely at her palm. She grinned enormously and said, “Momma has something I think you’ve forgotten. Momma had almost forgotten about it herself.”