This is from an upcoming chapter of Ain’t Love a Kick.
The next few weeks pass without incident. Steve doesn’t haveany more fainting spells, but he doesn’t have any new bursts of memory, either.He isn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
He and Peggy settle into something like a routine. Theyfinish up the baby’s room together, with her mostly stage-directing him fromthe chair in the corner. Her feet have started to puff up something awful, evenin the mornings, bulging out of any shoe she tries to squeeze them into. She’ddie before she’d admit discomfort, he knows, but she can’t seem to help thesigh of relief that escapes her whenever she has a chance to sit down.
She takes up knitting in the evenings, while they listen toher terrible crime shows on the radio. The little jacket steadily grows untilit fits over Steve’s palm, his thumb and pinky in the sleeves.
(The first night she gets the carpet bag out of its hidingplace, he teases her a little about NoviceNeedlepoint, pointing out that she sure didn’t give him theimpression of being a novice. She gives him a playful swat with the book, whichleads to a little roughhousing, which leads to no knitting getting done thatevening.)
She makes hats, too: he catches her at the kitchen counter,trying one on an orange, and welling up when it fits.
“Don’t forget the pears,” he calls from the doorway. “Maybesome little scarves?”
“Sod off,” she says hoarsely, without looking up.
He puts his arms around her instead, which turns out to bethe right choice.
“It’s supposed to be the same size,” she tells him, not verycoherently, her voice muffled by his chest. “As a baby’s head, I mean. Theorange.”
He doesn’t ask any more where she gets this stuff from; he’sjust accepted that there are pieces of information shared among women. Thefront of his shirt is damp with tears, but her crying doesn’t stop him shortthe way it used to—which is an awful commentary on their marriage, if taken outof context.
She grumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “If youcan manage not to muck it up,” which he ignores.