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a loud and boisterous laugh. It’s infectious, and everyone at the table ends up laughing along with her, Josalyn’s surprised face looking at each of us, trying to figure out what all the ruckus is about.  
    “Damn, he must be a good kisser if he was able to distract you from your McDreamy fella,” Mom interjects, snickering when Tony starts his La-la-la -ing again.
    “So when do you get to see him again?” Buffy asks, taking a bite of her donut.  
    I feed Josalyn the last of her cereal and wipe her mouth with a damp washcloth, replying, “Today. He gets out of class at one, so I’m going to leave here around noon. He and his parents really want to meet Josalyn, so we’re going to spend the day down there. I’ll probably head back around seven so I’m not driving in the dark.”
    “Why can’t you drive in the dark?” Tony questions, leaning down to inhale the top of Josalyn’s head. He loves that clean baby smell; he did it several times last night too while she was sleeping on him.
    “Ever since I had her, for some reason, driving at night messes with my eyes. It’s like I have no depth perception anymore. Headlights look like big starbursts, and I can’t tell how far away cars are. I think it’s called being night blindness,” I explain.
    “Have you been to an optometrist for it? You need to get that checked out, sis.”
    “I don’t have any insurance anymore. I don’t really go places at night anyways, so it’s no big deal.” I shrug. “Jason said he wants to take me out sometime while I’m here, so he’s going to come and get me then bring me back, but tonight we’re just going to hang out at his house and get some dinner.”
    “If your eyes get any worse, just let me know. I don’t mind paying for you to get your eyes checked, kid. You kinda need them,” he offers, and I nod.  
    I clap my hands at Josalyn and she reaches up to me as I stand. “Let’s go wash that cereal down with some milk, big girl,” I tell her, holding her on my hip while I gather up my trash and her empty bowl. I rinse the bowl and spoon off in the sink, throw away my paper plate, and then head upstairs to nurse her. No matter how cool my brothers and I are, it’s still weird to breastfeed her in front of them. Even if they don’t look, it’s awkward. So I grab my book out of my bag and read while sitting up in the bed as she tops her fat little belly off with her morning meal.
    After a few hours of hanging out with Tony, Buffy, and Mom, it’s finally time to start heading to the south side. As much fun as I’ve had conversing with them, getting to know Buffy, and telling pregnancy and baby stories about Josalyn, time has crawled waiting for the clock to strike noon so I could leave and see Jason again.
    I’ve spent the last hour getting ready, packing up Josalyn’s diaper bag, and making sure I have everything I need for the day. Mom, in her usual way, is running off a verbal checklist, double-checking what I’ve already triple-checked myself. By the time I’m headed out the door, I’m so freaked out that I’m ready to leave everything here and run. I’ll just buy whatever I need when I get there. But seeing she’s making me nervous, Mom stops her pestering, gives me a hug and Josalyn a kiss on her chubby cheek, and tells me to be careful as I hop in the car.  
    It’s surreal driving my old path to Jason’s house after this long. God, I used to drive this forty-five minute route every single day, just to see that boy. How did I do that? Nowadays, I can’t even stay up very late without feeling hungover the next day, even if I don’t drink! How the hell did I used to drive down there, stay out playing pool until the bar closed at 2:00 a.m., spend like an hour at IHOP sobering up enough to go back to his house and make love, and then drive all the way back home, putting me in bed at 5:00 a.m. before having to be in class by eight? What in the world was I thinking?
    I smile a secret smile. I was