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When he woke, it was dark and early. He had the sick feeling that came from waking up and realizing all over again that Isabel was dead. Someone was pounding at his door. When he opened it, Sunita was standing with Isaac in her arms, her face creased in a frown.
"You take," she said.
Timothy held his arms out for the baby. Since he was born, he had been sleeping in Sunita's bed so she could nurse him in the night if she needed to. The baby was quiet, but its eyes were like bright buttons in its face. It didn't seem sleepy at all. As Timothy held it close, it turned its head, rooted around like a little animal, full of involuntary movements, needy. Timothy found the baby confusing. He was tired. Sleep came late, his dreams kept startling him awake and he lay on the hard bed, staring in
