Japheth
When Reggie’s friends called me about having a baby shower, I was thrilled. I knew Regina had been feeling bored and restless, and it made me nervous. Yes, I was terrified that she would once again get so discontented with life at the farm that she would go back to the bright lights of the city once the baby was born.
I knew there was nothing Regina hated more than feeling trapped.
However, this was NOT the baby shower I had been anticipating!
All of Regina’s friends had showed up for the occasion. Astrid Hooper, the now famous writer, was powering around my now crowded living room in her electric wheelchair. She seemed to be especially taken with Floyd, who was sitting on her lap at present, feeding her cherries with his mouth. Another writer-friend, Robyn Drake-Williams ha
