He reached up from the table and snatched the paper. It was his mother’s handwriting and her stationary. Maybe she was forced to do this, maybe this was a set-up, maybe…
“You see, pequeño?” Mayra’s voice soothed him from such paranoia as she stroked her long red nails gently and delicately across his cheek, standing over his head and smiling down on him warmly. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”
Reaching down again to give James eskimo kisses, he began to babble again, reaching up happily and grabbing playfully at Mayra as Ellen began to change his wet diaper. This was going to be the best summer ever.