Proserpina

We touched down in the early hours of the morning.

The drive home was uneventful. Lucien and I rode in the large vehicle with the babies, and Nurse Camille sat behind us. I was tired but the babies were cantankerous after the journey. They insisted on being fed almost continuously, and I had to take turns moving them from one breast to the other.

I reflected on the doctor’s advice; he had suggested that I start them off on formula very soon since they showed signs of being voracious in their appetites.

“Besides, Mrs. Delano,” he had added, his warm brown eyes sympathetic,’ you have had a very stressful...