Baby

Cadence scratched her head and remembered the voice. She was having trouble hearing it now. Before even when it wasn’t speaking to her, she had an idea it was still there. But now, it seemed to have faded away. She hoped it would stay that way. It was beginning to bother her less and less that she couldn’t place it, that she didn’t know where she’d been before she’d been here. “What is her other son’s name?”

“That’s the thing; she doesn’t know. She doesn’t remember anything about him except that he sort of looked like Jimmy but not the same. And he was here, and now he’s not here.”

She’d also thought Jimmy looked like someone, but she couldn’t remember who. She thought really hard for a moment, staring across the baseball field at Jimmy’s face. Who was it? Who had a face sort of like that? Try as she might, she couldn’t remember. “I’d like to speak to