The Nursing Mother
The Nursing Mother My mother asked me to look in on a young friend of hers that was going through some bad times. Cynthia, the young mother needed some adult companionship, a break from reality, and some help around the house. Specifically she had a dripping faucet in the bathroom, a squeaky rocking chair, and a door with a bad hinge. When I arrived she knew who I was and had been expecting me. My mother had taken her two oldest children to give Cynthia a break. I could not...