I suppose it depends on the baby. But they are always heavier than they seem they should be. —That goes for everyone. I'll bet your friend's head weighs twice as much as you expect, should he ever put it in your lap.
I have not weighed Matthias' head. [The idea, though, of letting him rest his cheek on her thigh is...pleasant, she decides. She could touch all the little waves and curls his hair makes, and he could tell her things.] But I will let you know if that is the case.
[Discovering whether babies are heavier than expected will be more difficult. She would have to find one first.]
Please do. [Now, in Machiavellian spirit of all great aunts, she adds,] And if you are curious about babies, you might ask Sister Sara. I believe I have heard she does some midwifery, and I don't doubt that she would appreciate an able assistant.
[The thought of this is surprisingly pleasant, too; babies are an unknown quantity aside from an awareness that they're small and they cry. Fitcher's apparent approval of them, however, serves as a strong recommendation.
There are other bits and pieces of conversation, and eventually one or the other grows tired, and that is that.]
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I suppose it depends on the baby. But they are always heavier than they seem they should be. —That goes for everyone. I'll bet your friend's head weighs twice as much as you expect, should he ever put it in your lap.
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[Discovering whether babies are heavier than expected will be more difficult. She would have to find one first.]
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[The thought of this is surprisingly pleasant, too; babies are an unknown quantity aside from an awareness that they're small and they cry. Fitcher's apparent approval of them, however, serves as a strong recommendation.
There are other bits and pieces of conversation, and eventually one or the other grows tired, and that is that.]