“To see you has become quite a chore these days, I almost drafted an appointment letter to drop at your shop,” Henrietta said as she came to sit down with Marissa, cooing to her youngest, whom she had at her waist. She had heard the baby wake up from the baby monitor, and she had told her friend to hold on while she got the baby. Marissa stretched her hand to take the baby. Henrietta patted his butt as she said, “Sorry it took us a while to get back; Bobo woke up wet, so I had to change his diaper and then feed him,” and I had a mission...