Title: Thanksgiving Baby Part 3

Author: Susan

Email address: susgreer@webtv.net

Rating: strictly G or PG-ish for baby angst

Status: new with completed 4 parts

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Author's website: please look below under my name

Disclaimer: no, Petfly and no Sci-Fi...no money

Notes: Part 2 of this funny stuff

Warning: none

Summary: baby answers to grownup questions

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Jim cuddled the tiny angel, smoothed out the tangled snarls, giving the scalp a massage and little Blair started stretching and making little huf-huf sounds just as his...big Blair did.

The tiny index fingers found Jim's ears and played with the lobes. Something Big Blair never did.

"Baby...where are you...the grownup you...now?"

"I wunt home. I wuz mad and dizpunted at Mama so I droven to the place whur you made me lovened."

"Thank God...are you safe?" Jim was worried about losing his tenses along with his sanity. Talking to a ghost-angel-imaginary child in the present tense and past combined.

"I wunt ta cry, but big boys don't no more and he don't won't no Sen'nel eyes seein' water on his face. Mama's not comin' to Mr. Ellison's...she went to Flarda wif Carl. She sez Carl is lonely now, hiz wife passened 'way las' week, and he needs her."

"Little Blair? Big Blair got a phone call when he left the bakery from Naomi?"

Jim could feel the nodding hair against his chin. "Naomi said she wasn't flying here...she was instead headed to Florida for the holidays with her old boyfriend? Did you ever tell Naomi about the monsters...didn't she hear you when you called her?"

Tiny shakes of the curls. "The monsters still comed. At night. I wuz afraid. Bad afraid. We livened wif Carl for a long time."

"But you quit dreaming of monsters?"

The little one pulled away and looked at Jim with overflowing eyes. "Them monsters got me. They tooken me 'way. To a place all blue whut had lots of trees and it wuz hot there. Thur wuz a pritty big wolfie doggie wif blue eyes what played wif me. He cud talk."

"The wolfie said, 'His heart will be pierced in two when his arrow finds yours. Take his breath at the flowing water and resurrect him. His seed inside you will blossom into joy. Two become One. Blue eyes, blue spirit jungle, blue water.' Wolfs talken funny, don't they?"

The little one gulped and continued, "Big Blair knows the meanin' ov this, Jim. I duddunt."

"I think I know, too. And little one, thank you. Now, I'm going to find Big Blair."


SUSAN

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