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Day 12, Saturday
"And now I'm stuck with this fucking voice," Kinny said. He wasn't
squeaking when he spoke, and there was no pain, but his voice was -
seemingly - stuck in Anabelle's register.
Jazz tried to look sympathetic. "Now would be a bad time to suggest
bra shopping?"
Kinny glared at her.
"Look at all the sex you're having?"
He sighed. He shook his head. "What did you do to me?"
"Wait, wait. You still have an Adam's apple, right? Your manhood will
reassert itself."
Kinny moaned.
"It happened before, right? Your voice got stuck?"
"Not like this. This feels different."
"You want another Lacto? For anxiety?"
"No."
"Get dressed. We're going to the gym."
"None of my clothes fit. I have to wear Joi's panties."
"I have some things you could wear."
Kinny grunted.
"The sports skin will fit. You won't need panties if you wear a skin."
"Right. What do you I wear over it?"
"I have a tennis ... dress. That might fit."
"A dress?"
"A skirt, actually. A little micro-mini, but. You have the legs for
it."
"I am not walking to my mom's house in a skirt with a baby and a voice
that sounds like Anabelle."
The baby started to cry. Kinny picked it up. He shoved a boob at its
mouth. Kinny covered his lap with a towel.
Kinny followed Jazz across the yard to his house. "There's a truck,"
he said.
"Right. It's been here to two days."
"There's been a truck in front of Mom's house for two days?"
"On and off. She's been getting a ride to work - and stuff."
A man that Kinny had never seen before opened the front door. "May I
help you?" He was a head taller than either of them.
Kinny tried to hide behind Jazz.
Kinny heard his mom say, "The two love birds from next door? With the
baby?"
Jazz said, "Linda agreed to babysit while we go to the gym?" She
handed a diaper bag and a cooler to the man.
He looked unsure. "Linda?" he called.
Linda came to the door. "Roy, this is...." She took the baby, and
stopped. "Ah. This is Princess and her girlfriend. Um."
"Jazelle." Jazz shook the man's hand.
"Pleased to meet ya."
"Roy?" Linda asked, shifting the baby to one hip. "Can you put the
milk, this is milk, right?" She hefted the cooler.
Jazz said, "It's milk."
"In the refrigerator, please? I need to talk with the girls."
"Sure." He kissed her on the cheek and took both bags.
Linda watched him go. Then she turned to Kinny. "What happened?"
Kinny was afraid to speak.
Jazz said, "He drank Joi's milk supplements in his coffee for, like, a
week?"
Linda snickered. "At least it's ... temporary."
"It is?" Kinny asked. He blushed as he spoke.
"Oh, and it changed your voice. That's adorable."
Kinny groaned.
"Go. Go to the gym or whatever. I should get my camera but I won't do
that to you. You look fabulous in a dress, by the way."
Kinny stammered.
Jazz said, "It was the only thing that fit."
Linda laughed. "Jidu and Tau. Is the milk ... freshly squeezed?"
Kinny nodded. He blushed even harder.
"Here's hoping that Roy doesn't put it in his coffee. Enjoy your day,
girls. Oh, and Jazz? I need to borrow your ... girlfriend and take her
shopping? Because apparently she only has a one-piece and a tennis
dress that fits."
Kinny looked up to protest.
"Not a word. Not one word. Four o'clock. Don't be late. Jazz, can you
watch the baby at four?"
"I can. I start work at nine, though."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Part-time at the Free Clinic and moonlighting with a private
investigations agency. I'm working a divorce case tonight."
"Oh, good. I thought you were a stripper."
"Nope. Haven't done that since college."
Linda nodded. "Happy to meet you. The neighborhood is all abuzz about
you and Joi and has been for months. Is Joi doing community service?"
"She's at a remote. She doesn't tell me her business and I don't ask.
But she works for the same nest of companies that you do. Diversified
Hospitality?"
"Layoffs?"
"Yes."
"She's getting a rejuve?"
"Probably."
"Which branch?"
"She was servicing the college but I don't know where they've got her
now."
"I can ask Keisha."
"Mrs. Giles?"
"Yes?"
"You work hotels, right?"
Linda nodded.
"Which hotels, specifically?"
"I'm not allowed.... I'm in Collections. The list varies."
"Exactly." Jazz looked at Kinny.
"Okay, I won't ask Keisha. An investigator, huh?"
"Triple-A rating."
"You have a bright future in collections, should you ever need a
reference."
"Services the college?" Kinny asked, when they were out of earshot.
"It's the nicest way I know to describe her job."
Kinny snorted. "What was that about?"
"Don't ask. Some of the hotels your mom strong-arms are bordellos."
"I know that."
"She doesn't know that you know."
"Hotels here are either casinos, bordellos, or both."
"Not all of them."
"I suppose you would know."
Jazz looked at him askance.
"Divorce cases?"
She smiled. "Yes, well, you have a point. The Convention Center. Maybe
one other hotel."
Kinny laughed. "What is Mom worried about?"
The shampoo and towels, mini bars and bottled water that she hustles -
it can be uncomfortable to walk in those places. If you're a woman."
"Try walking in there as a man."
She looked at Kinny, surprised.
"Temp jobs. Bell hop, room service, housekeeping. I've seen things I
would like to un-see."
"You're full of surprises."
"It's been four months since graduation. I thought I'd have a real job
by now. What am I going to do if Hannah calls and I still look like
this? Still sound like this? I have jury duty in four days."
"Who is Hannah?"
"A woman I babysit for."
The run to the gym was uneventful, except for a few moments when Jazz
thought they were being followed.
A rusty white panel van with faded paint was parked nearby in several
places along their path to the gym.
Jazz pulled Kinny into the bushes and held him quiet while she waited
for the van to pass by. Then she relaxed. "Oh," she said. "A delivery
van. Ming's Florist." She checked the internets. "No mercy, just
flowers." She read, smiling. "Also balloons, party favors, clowns,
catering, sexy catering, and strip-o-grams." Her smile faded. "In my
line of work, it pays to be paranoid."
When they got to the gym, Kinny signed Jazz in as a guest.
Phoebe asked, "Locker? Trainer?"
"No thanks. We're good."
"Gelatos are free today. Good for your hair and nails. Memo is on
sale. Half price."
Kinny nodded. "What is Memo?"
"A learning aid. Shortcut for muscle memory."
Kinny shook his head. "If my form was perfect, I wouldn't need it. But
because it's not perfect...."
Phoebe beamed. "That is what a trainer is for." She pointed to
herself. "Moi. You wear a sports skin, load the appropriate trainer
into your spinal. One dose of Wont - she pronounced it Want - or IQ
Morpholino, aka Memo." If it hadn't appeared on his overlay as she
spoke, Kinny wouldn't have known how to spell it. "Or both," she said.
"They work different pathways."
"You know about the derm?" Kinny asked.
"All the Bandersnatch employees are wired."
"Ah. Next time, okay?"
Phoebe shrugged.
"I've never been inside" Jazz said, looking around. "Although I watch
the feed when Joi is here."
"No names, please."
"What do I call you?"
"Bo. Lee. Anabelle. Ms. Violage. Those are all names on record." He
stepped in to the shower room and stepped out of the skirt. "Today is
chest. But first I'm doing laps in the pool."
"I can't wear these in the pool. Cotton."
"Bra and panties?"
"Also cotton."
Kinny grinned.
"I am not skinny dipping. I'm also not buying clothes in the small
store. I've seen their prices."
"You can sit and look pretty while I swim. Won't take long. Three laps
and I'm baffed."
Kinny managed five laps that day. And, although Jazz only lasted
twenty minutes on Chest, doing four sets of reps, Kinny managed a full
hour. Ten sets.
He still rolled off his stomach like a baby seal, though, at the end
of it.
Jazz held his feet while he did sit-ups.
"One more," she said. "That'll make sixty."
"Gah."
"You keep saying that. One more, Bo."
"I'm done."
"Don't make me call you Princess."
"I hate that name."
"Then prove me wrong."
Kinny flipped her the bird. He did one more sit up.
They went from there to the Community Floor. Kinny groaned. They had
just missed the Tai Chi class.
"Dance aerobics," Jazz said. "I used to do this in college."
"How about a few games of squashyball?"
"It'll be fun." She pulled him into the room.
Kinny amused himself by counting boobies and dividing by two. Eighteen
women here. As far as he knew, he was the only guy.
He wasn't the only one who lacked rhythm. But the sports skin helped
him move. He did pretty well, considering.
Phoebe set up drinks and desert for Jazz and Kinny.
"Who pays for these?" Kinny asked.
"You have an account."
"Yes, but who pays the account?"
"Your employer."
Kinny downed the fitness shake. He held up the diet shake. "I don't
think this is working. I'm gaining weight."
"Muscle mass," Phoebe said. "Your waist is smaller and your legs are
toned. Arms, too."
Kinny downed the diet aid.
Phoebe set a Lacto in front of Kinny. "The other reason you're gaining
weight." She looked at his chest. "You're spotting. Nursing pads are
available in the store."
Kinny sighed.
Jazz said, "Put it in her coffee and she'll drink it."
"Oh," Phoebe said. "Easy mistake to make." She smiled.
Kinny nodded. "Tell me about it." He pushed the Lacto back to Phoebe.
Jazz said, "Drink it. One more won't hurt you."
"You, first." He pushed the Lacto over to Jazz.
Phoebe gave them each a spoon for their gelato. "You need the
calories," she said. "Complimentary mint," she said, giving both of
them a chocolate wrapped in foil. "Odor control. It's supposed to make
you smell like honeysuckle inside and out." She shrugged. "A new
product for us. The old-timers in Marketing call them shit mints." She
looked up. "Ah. My ten o'clock is here. Ladies."
"You going to eat that or let it melt?" Jazz asked. She had already
finished her gelato.
Kinny looked at his gelato. It did look like it was melting. "This is
good," he said, taking a spoonful.
Jazz nodded. She unwrapped the mint. "Chewy," she pronounced. "Minty.
It's okay. Two thumbs, someplace."
Kinny ate his mint. He felt a familiar flush and fullness in his
chest. "Did you spike my gelato with Lacto?"
She grinned.
"Bad girlfriend. I should be angry at you. Really, really angry."
She stood. "Yeah, Princess. Let's go. Wind sprints?"
Wind sprints were nearly impossible. Kinny's legs felt spent. No
strength at all. He puzzled at this. It wasn't Booty Day. Why were his
legs so tired? Dance class?
He sprinted for half a block and then walked. He repeated this for
three blocks and then announced, "New plan. Anabelle walks."
"You're supposed to do wind sprints."
"How does Joi do this?" Kinny asked. "No fight. No aggression. No will
to run. She takes Lacto all the time and still kicks my ass running."
"Maybe she's just naturally aggressive."
"Maybe I'm just naturally a pussy."
Jazz looked at him. "Fear is great motivation."
He laughed at her. "No offense, but you are not intimid-. Hey. What
are you doing?"
Zap! Kinny felt an electric jolt in his prostate.
Zap!
"Fuck, fuck, stop! I'll run." He was aroused; his dick was trying its
best to grow and be free, but it was confined and tucked inside of his
sports skin. If it wasn't for the tight fabric, he would be fully
rigid now.
Zap!
"Will you stop that? Painful."
"Run, Princess, run!" Zap.
Kinny ran. He stopped at a stoplight. Wheezing, bent over, supporting
his weight on a lamp post. He complained to Jazz, "I just came in my
shorts. No more, please."
"One more." Jazz zapped him.
He sprinted the rest of the way home.
He ran to his mom's house. Picked up the baby and both bags. Said hi
to Roy and told his mom, "Leaking. Gotta feed the monster. Jazz dosed
me with another hit of Lacto. I'm going to explode. Bye. Thanks. See
ya."
Kinny walked three steps into Joi's house and pulled down his sports
skin. He fed the baby. Then he took a shower. Then he fed the baby
again. Changed its diaper. Set it up with its video and the Johnny-
jump up.
Kinny sat. His breasts were still full.
Jazz handed him the milkers. Kinny groaned. He pulled up his football
jersey.
Manchester United.
Jazz handed him a liter glass of water.
"What is this?"
"Water. Electrolytes. Needful things."
Kinny drank. He was thirsty.
It all ran to his boobs.
They played PVP again after lunch.
"Who is this?" Kinny asked.
"That's your mom's character, Maximus Richards."
"Did you hack her account?"
"It's a guest account on Joi's console. Anyone can play it." She
smiled. "Make you a deal."
"I'm not playing my mom's avatar."
"Oh, no. You're playing Cookie. I'll play Max. Everything that Max
does to Cookie - after the fight - you do to me. At the same time."
"What?"
"I need my Sympatico medal."
Kinny snorted. "That's the weakest excuse for sex I've heard yet."
"Is it working?"
"Maybe. You'll do anything? Really? All of it?"
She smiled. "If you think you're man enough."
"I'm in." Kinny sat on the couch and pulled up his player character.
"Hey, wait. Max is a Level Ten?"
Jazz nodded.
"How is that possible?"
"Never bet unless you've prepped the field. I leveled him up last
night."
"Aw, fuck. I'm going to get creamed."
"In more ways than one, Sugar Pocket." She patted him on the knee.
They played eight rounds. Cookie won two of them. Kinny felt every
violation that Cookie felt. Plus he felt what he did to Jazz. At the
same time.
It was all quite instructive, especially when it was Cookie's turn to
mount the monster. Or face-fuck her opponent.
After eight rounds, Kinny was spent and sore. He had pussy juice,
milk, and man juice in his hair, in his eye, in his mouth. And in his
ass.
Jazz looked just as spent. And twice as used. But she was ready for
Round Nine. Kinny was not. He couldn't get it up, not even with shocks
to his prostate.
Jazz patted him on his thigh. "That's what Joi wants in bed.
Domination. Staying power. Multiple orgasms."
Kinny tried to laugh. He smiled weakly. "Thanks for the tip." His eyes
grew wide. "Hey! I have my voice back. I have my man voice!"
"Put it back in its box, Princess. It's almost four. You have a hot
date with your mom." She tossed him panties and a bra.
"You made these in the maker?"
"No. The maker out of stock. These are Joi's. They should fit. While
you are in the shower, I'll find you something to wear. Jeans okay?"
"Yes!"
"Psych. Joi's legs are longer than yours. How about a football jersey
and a skirt?"
"Nah."
"Maybe some booty shorts?"
"Fuck my life."
"Are you complaining?"
Kinny stayed silent.
"Two girlfriends, a job, a choice of bedrooms. All you need is a dog,
dude. You're there."
"I have boobs."
"Nice ones, too." she handed him a pair of pads. "Put these in your
bra. They will absorb milk. Somewhat."
Kinny practiced his Anabelle voice. "La, la, la, la." He practiced his
normal voice. "Lollapaloosa." Both of them came naturally now. No
pain. No effort.
Maybe it had been worth it.
Jazz arranged his hair with her fingers. She adjusted his celeb
glasses. She kissed him on the cheek, and pushed him out of the door.
He had mixed emotions about this.
Jazz had tried to manipulate him into wearing pams by claiming that
his shoes were in the wash. Kinny was wearing wet running shoes
because of that. With bootie socks, yellow bootie socks. He wasn't
happy. Add to that a skirt, a bra, and nursing pads.... No pockets, so
he was forced to carry his phone, his wallet and his company ID in his
hands.
Jazz had offered him a purse. He'd rejected that.
"It's just a clutch," she said.
"No."
"How about Daisy bag?"
"A hip sack?" Kinny sighed. "Maybe if it wasn't covered with daisies."
Jazz snickered. We don't have many choices here. The maker is down.
"I'll get something from my room." He had a Cobra lunchbox someplace.
Maybe.
Jazz smiled.
Kinny growled. The smile Jazz displayed was the one she wore when she
knew that she'd already won. He took a cleansing breath. That wasn't
too girly. Was it?
The truck wasn't in the driveway anymore.
Small favors. Kinny thanked whatever deity was listening. He walked
over to his house. The door was unlocked.
His mom met him at the door. She was adjusting the fit of an earring.
She took one look at Kinny, smiled, and reached behind the door for
something.
A canvas tote from Anvil Books. Not for light reading.
"No pockets, huh?"
Kinny accepted the tote. He put his things in there.
They got into her car. "Where are we headed?" Kinny asked. He used his
own voice.
"I haven't decided. Carsons, maybe. Thrifty Acres. What are you
looking for? What kind of look?"
"Something normal."
She looked at his hair, his boobs, and his skirt. She backed out onto
the street.
"Something masculine?" he said.
She laughed. "The Swappery. Farmworkers and migrants shop there.
What's your budget?"
"I have four hundred dollars. I'd rather not spend it all on clothes,
though."
"Cash?"
"Card." He covered his face. "It's Anabelle's money."
"Who is Anabelle?"
"The name on my company ID. And the company bank account."
She glanced over his way.
"Ever done something that sounded reasonable at the time but spun out
of control?"
"Is that how you got boobs?"
"No. I ... I didn't read labels."
"We'll stop at a cash machine."
"Thanks, mom."
"So, you drank your girlfriend's prescription medicine."
"No. You can buy Lacto at the grocery store."
She looked at him sharply. "Bull cock."
"No, honest, you can buy this stuff at the Farmers Daughter."
"It gave you boobs? Law suits, Kinny. Lacto would be straight out of
business. Had to be something else."
"Maybe. There is a disclaimer on their website. Mast- something or
other. Gyno-boobs. In one out of a hundred thousand. Not recommended
for children."
"Or babysitters."
Kinny nodded. "Making my own coffee from now on."
"You think someone dosed you?"
"No. I did this to myself." He covered his face with his hands.
"One in a hundred thousand? Maybe you should buy a lottery ticket."
Kinny smiled.
"Let me do the talking," Linda said, as they walked from the car.
"No," Kinny said, using Anabelle's voice. "I can speak for myself."
Linda looked at him, startled. "That's eerie," she said.
Kinny smiled.
They stopped by the Farmers Daughter. Kinny bought a lottery ticket.
He won forty bucks.
At the Swappery, they found him a pair of overalls and some shirts
with pockets. Kinny had trouble finding jeans that fit. If it fit his
hips, it was too long in the leg. If it was the right length, he
couldn't breath when he put them on. Maternity jeans worked well, but
Kinny rejected those.
Finally, they found a pair of jeans with a Junior Miss label.
Stretchy. They fit. The pockets were purely decorative.
Kinny bought two pair. He bought matching shorts. A football jersey
caught his eye, Gundaroo Bullocks. He found some Army shorts, and PT
gear intended for women soldiers. He bought two sets.
They looked at shoes.
"Penny loafers," Linda suggested.
"Those are pams."
"You need something comfortable for jury duty."
"I can wear running shoes."
"Job interviews? Seriously, Kinny, are you going to stick with this
company? They're turning you femme."
"I applied to the mines today. Rejected. I need a college degree. To
work in the fucking mines. Forestry, same same."
"Then go to fucking college!"
Kinny shook his head. "Two hundred thousand in debt, for a crappy 80K
a year job? Pass."
"ROTC?"
"I need to bump my SAT scores. Mom, we've had this conversation."
"See anything you like?" She pointed to a table filled with bras and
panties.
"Um. Pass."
"You're wearing pads, right? Which are already leaking. What size are
you?"
"No clue, Mom."
"We're going to Carsons."
Getting measured at Carsons was an education. He stood in skirt and
shoes, naked from the waist up. In full view of part of the store. In
the reflection of his celeb glasses, Kinny could see his eyes. Wide
with horror.
"New mother?" the store assistant asked.
Kinny's mom said, "Wet nurse."
"Oh. That's a thing now?"
"She's looking for something easy to wash. No underwires. If you have
something that doesn't show through a tee shirt...."
Kinny tried on eight bras. He bought two of them. He also bought
pasties, to hide his nipples.
His mom tossed a few packages of briefs and six more bras onto the
counter at checkout. Two of them were running bras. "Let it ride," she
said, when Kinny started to object.
"Did we learn anything today?" Linda asked as they drove home.
"Yeah. I'm never drinking coffee again."
"Right." She pat his arm. "Not what I was looking for, but that
works." When they got home, she took Kinny to her room. She pulled
clothes from the closet and tossed them on her bed. She pulled things
from her drawers, and opened a box of old clothes. "Try these."
Kinny hesitated.
"I've seen it. I changed your diaper, Missy."
"Missy? I'd almost rather you called me Princess." Kinny said this
with his normal voice. It cracked as he spoke.
Linda laughed. "Some of this stuff is girly, but, I dunno, you
probably need them for work?"
Kinny coughed. His throat felt tight. "Thanks." It hurt to speak.
Kinny took a box of clothes over to Joi's house. He found Drake in the
Johnny jump-up, watching videos.
When Drake saw Kinny, he started bouncing happily. "Ba! Ba, ba, ba-
ra."
"Hungry?" Kinny asked.
The baby nodded. It put a hand in its mouth and drooled.
Kinny sighed. "You're almost talking, kid." He picked Drake up, put
him in the box with the clothes. Kinny's chest felt tight. Full. He
rubbed his boob. "You're drinking formula tomorrow. But tonight? Let's
see how much milk is left in the fridge."
"None," Jazz said. "I used some for cereal and Drake drank the rest."
Kinny groaned. He coughed. "You're killing me, girl."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Gotta go. They called me in early."
"What time are you coming home?" Kinny slid into his Anabelle voice.
It didn't hurt as much.
"Not. Pulling an all-nighter. Probably shower and change and sleep in
my own bed after that."
Kinny nodded.
"Herbie's going to think I abandoned him."
Kinny raised an eyebrow.
"My pet. It's a kissing bush."
"You named your plant."
"It eats cockroaches. Deserves a name, don't cha' think?" She pulled
her shirt down and flashed him some cleavage. "Don't forget me. I'll
be back."
Kinny put Drake on the floor in Anabelle's room. He put clothes away,
leaving out a set of clothes to wear.
Drake watched intently. He pulled himself up on the chair and stood.
He wavered, unsteady on his feet, pulled himself over to the bed and
followed Kinny to the closet.
"Walking soon, too." Kinny said. "I should get my phone. Marion will
want to see this. Is Marion your mommy?"
"Ba!"
"In a moment. Hang on. Let me get changed." Kinny checked the camera
on his console.
No Piglet bandage. Kinny found it on the floor. He put it over the
camera.
No glue. It fell off.
He grunted. He stepped out of view of the camera and changed clothes.
Kinny dropped the borrowed clothing into a laundry basket.
He tried on the boy shorts. Why were they named boy shorts? And why
had he expected something different?
Bra, an Army tee shirt, oversized for Kinny. And overalls. Girly
enough for the cameras, but not so girly that Kinny felt completely
girlified.
He sat on the bed and fed Drake. Drake drank from both breasts and
wanted more.
The mild irritation in Kinny's throat turned into a sore throat with a
hacking cough. "Think I caught a sniffle, little man," Kinny said to
Drake. He poked him playfully. "Hope I don't give it to you." He went
downstairs, drank water from the sink, and fed Drake again.
It wasn't enough. Drake started fussing. He was going to cry.
"House. Order formula please."
"On line. What kind of formula?"
"Baby formula. For a child that's.... How old are you, kid?"
Drake looked at him doubtfully.
"Right." Kinny held up the baby for the house cameras to see. "This
size."
"Infant or toddler?"
"Infant, probably. He isn't toddling yet."
"On order. Delivery expected at ten a.m. tomorrow."
"Oh. What do I do between now and then?"
"I suggest changing his diaper."
"Oh." Kinny checked. It was wet. "Thanks, House."
"I serve to live. Do you want me to order maker stock?"
"Um. How expensive?"
"Household stock is four hundred dollars. You also need silver stock,
another four hundred dollars."
"Right." Kinny changed Drake's diaper. "That'll have to wait. I'm
tapped out this pay period." He checked the fridge. Washed the empty
milk bottles that Jazz had left on the top shelf. After he washed
dishes, he opened the fridge again.
Drake was fussy again, and obviously hungry.
Kinny eyed the Lacto.
"Not a good idea," he said.
He drank two.
Drake fell asleep at about 10 p.m. By this time, Kinny felt miserable.
He was coughing in fits now. His stomach hurt, and also his balls.
Like he had been kicked there. He felt weak. Kinny considered working
but he zero energy. The staircase looked impossible.
"House. Paracetamol. Cold remedies. Anything in this house?"
"Not recommended if you are nursing."
"I don't feel well."
"You have a low-grade fever. Anti-pyretic is in Joi's medicine
cabinet."
"Where is that?"
"In her washroom. In her privacy bedroom, downstairs."
"Oh, good. Do we have any fitness shakes?" His bones hurt. Joints
ached.
"On order. Estimated delivery time...."
"Ten, tomorrow," Kinny finished for her.
"Yes, Anabelle."
"Please tell Joi that I'm only going through her stuff for the
Paracetamol." Kinny coughed. He couldn't catch his breath. He was
wheezing. It sounded like he had swallowed a toy whistle and was now
exhaling through it.
"I will inform her."
She didn't have Paracetamol. Kinny considered the Midol, but that had
warnings for nursing mothers. He found a bottle of Parasystemol. He
took that. It said something about migraines and promoting general
health. No warnings for baby. Good enough.
He slept on the couch. He woke up with the baby on his chest. Twice.
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