The Mare

Paul

Yes, Velvet was a lovely kid. Watching Ginger brushing her hair and singing to her moved me in a different way than I had felt before in my first marriage, made my reservations seem stingy, selfish; Becca had always told me that I was selfish like an only child, that I was jealous of her bond with Edie. Which was true. I was jealous, even though I loved Edie profoundly; she was my blood. But this girl was not my blood or Ginger’s. And poor Ginger, who’d had no child of her own, didn’t seem to know the difference.