Fiction: The Baby in the Bedroom

Marie rushed from the kitchen at the back of her shotgun house through the bedroom. She gave the travel crib a quick glance as she raced into the living room to get the door. Whoever was banging on it, however rhythmically, was an enemy of the peace.

She threw the door wide and even before registering who stood there she stage-whispered, “Be quiet!”

Then she saw who it was.

“Leon.”

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