The next few days were full of unexpected guests. I was often in the middle of feeding the boys when someone would pop through the portal. Luckily, the portal was not in the sunroom, my favorite room for feeding the twins. Sometimes, it was the younger twins, and other times, it was my father. They just wanted an hour or two away from the pack and all the gossip going on around my sister Charlette’s death.
‘Emily, ' my father called out as he rounded the corner to the sunroom. His call was so I would have time to cover up if need be, though he did not mind seeing his daughter feed the twins. I was a little embarrassed. Dad argued that feeding the boys was natural and a beautiful sight, so much love for giving life and sustaining it through my body.
‘Hello.’ I called back to my father.
