Blue eyed NursesChapter 4
We laid there sated for a while, her on top of me. Not dozing exactly, but certainly relaxed, and we talked. I wanted to talk to her about my father but I thought she would probably prefer to talk about her daughter. “Tell me about Rosemary,” I opened. Maureen lifted her head off my breast where I had felt the pleasure of her breathing on my chest hairs and she looked at me with those lovely blue eyes. “What do you want to know?” “Everything.” “Well, Rosemary was born at eleven minutes...