Once I'd begun crying, I couldn't stop. Emma looked at me with more pity than I was happy with.
"Aw. What's the matter, honey? Are you hungry?" she said.
I hadn't thought about it before, but, yes, I WAS hungry! I had skipped lunch that day. I'd been dieting rigorously to keep my figure. But now -- what was the use?
I was hungry! And, I realized, there was very little that I could eat like I was!
Then, Emma said "here." I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I noticed a faint scent. Something smelled delicious to my infant nose!
Emma kept talking. "I've espressed some of my milk for my own baby, Andy. But I think I've still got enough in me for you."
Suddenly, I realized what I was smelling, and what my mouth was being directed to. This was WAY too much! I couldn't do it! But -- I was hungry. I couldn't but
I had to but I didn't want to but it smelled so good and just a little taste wouldn't hurt and ...
It was more delicious than I could ever have imagined.
(Back to Joe)
I was playing with Andy when Mom came back in to the living room. She had a large towel covering her front. I think I knew right away what it was, but I just
didn't want to ADMIT what I was watching at first. But I'd seen Mom doing this enough times lately with my baby sister.
My mind just didn't WANT to wrap itself around this one!
My mother was breast-feeding her boss!