The small tapping could be heard on the wooden floors along with shuffling. They were uneven and a baby’s laughter greeted the rest of the sounds. “Good, Theo! Now come to Momma.” Ida would let her fingers slip from the child’s as he waddled back and forth. She kept her eyes on him and her hands...
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