The baby gurgled happily in response and Krystyn laughed, saying, “It looks like there’s nothing left of Andy but a little baby! Here baby! Take your ba-ba and drink it all down for Aunt Krystyn! That’s a good baby!”
She let the end of the plastic bottle go as the baby took the bottle firmly in its grasp and began to voraciously suck on the nipple. The baby raised its knees and swung its legs back and forth idly as it noisily consumed the sweet formula. “Hmmm,” Krystyn said thinking aloud, “Now that little Andy is gone, I’ll have to think of another name for you. I can’t have anyone connecting you with Andy’s disappearance. Your new name will have to be something sweet, I think, to reflect the nature of a baby who won’t ever grow up.
