Melting
There she is, expertly holding Bruno when he wasn't even a week old. His first day home. Look at her ring. Her watch. Her hair. The attitude. The non attitude. How well they blend in together, how they melt into the black and white and turquoise. The wonder boy and his grandma. It's her birthday today. We're going out for lunch in 'petit comité'. Blending in together.

And this is the other thing i'll be doing today.