![]() ![]() ![]() So far he doesnt do too much, but hes cute. ![]() Archy dropped thirty dollars of Aishas money on diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, and a package of Nuk nipples≺isha gave him a listthen sat down right there on the bus bench in front of the Walgreens, where he and Rolando English changed themselves some foul-smelling diaper, had a little snack, Archy working his way through a bag of glazed holes from the United Federation of Donuts, Rolando English obliged to content himself with a pony of Gerber Good Start. So he and Rolando had made an excursion up to Walgreens, Archy not at all minding the walk on such a fine August morning. Archys wife was expecting their first child, and it was Archys notion that, given the imminence of paternity, he might get in some practice before the first of October, their due date, maybe ease the shock of finding himself, at the age of thirty-six, a practicing father. Archy had offered to take Rolando off Aishas hands for the morning, maybe pick up a few items the baby required, and so forth. Rolando Englishs mother, Aisha, was a daughter of the King of Bling. Archy hefted Rolando English and heard a satisfying slosh from inside. ![]() Archy looked down at Rolando English, a rusty young man with a sweet mouth and soft brown ringlety curls all sweaty and stuck to the side of his head, stuffed into a blue onesie, then wrapped in a yellow cotton blanket. ![]()
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