ABSTRACT
‘I keep creeping in and gazing at the baby. I touch her all over. I touch her even more than anyone else. More than Jacquie, and were happily married. I want to see her awake. I want to see her looking at me. Sometimes when I touch her, I’m cheating. I’m trying to joggle her up, make her wake – you must admit she’s a smashing baby – and I just yearn for her to be awake, all there, alert-like, and we look into each other’s eyes. It’s all we’ve got yet, but she stares at me, I dunno what she sees. But I know what I see. My girl.’
