The First Tooth, The Last (Abbie Shores Fiction)
From: Abbie Shores Fiction
Margaret’s first tooth arrived on a wet November night, when she was seven months old and thoroughly fed up with the world. Her mother had walked the bedroom floor for two hours, rocking her against a nightdress smelling faintly of lavender and damp wool, singing the same nursery tune until the words dissolved into murmurs. Nothing helped. The baby wept until her forehead burned scarlet and her tiny fists clenched…
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