90 DOVE NICE

"The baby is fine, and she is sucking too much." Dralex is beginning to complain. "She wants to give her baby food instead of breast milk." 

"I guess that's what she is indirectly trying to tell you even though she doesn't want to come out straight. Well, I guess she should know better, if she doesn't want to carry on, let her suit herself, Prislla—anything that would make her happy should be a priority—" 

"I think, she loves the baby—" 

"Mothers are always like that; your daughter of yesterday is now a mother, that was quite fast—" 

"It was, but you and I knew it was a mistake—" 

"Yeah, it was, but right now, it isn't anymore because you can't change the obvious. Dralex is now a mother irrespective of her age—" 

"I remember a few months ago an old woman visited." 

"An old woman, did what? And you never told me about that?" Eric felt disturbed.

"Now, I remembered, it was a few months ago—"