Two eyes, two arms, two legs, ten fingers and toes. [He almost tacks on, "That's the right number, isn't it?" or "Didn't get a good look at her ears," but right. No laughing.
They're bringing her back, anyway. All wrapped up in a blanket. He wants to hold her, so badly, but -- he steps back while they move to help Bonnie sit up, prop her up with pillows -- Mum gets first dibs.
He would've let her pick the name. There are so many he could've used, but there's no sense in using their child to memorialize someone he knew -- and probably lost -- a long time ago. She's someone new. She ought to have her own name.]
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They're bringing her back, anyway. All wrapped up in a blanket. He wants to hold her, so badly, but -- he steps back while they move to help Bonnie sit up, prop her up with pillows -- Mum gets first dibs.
He would've let her pick the name. There are so many he could've used, but there's no sense in using their child to memorialize someone he knew -- and probably lost -- a long time ago. She's someone new. She ought to have her own name.]