I set Blithe in his crib-bed-thing and drape a light blanket over him. Giving him his stuffed dog, I watch him yawn and close his eyes. Once he's asleep, I head back downstairs and to Halee.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it. — Christopher Darlington Morley