The cradle teddies swung sadly in endless circles in the strong breeze blowing through the window. Mack the middle one whispered as he passed by Jorge.
“Do you think Bink would ever come back?”
Toddy replied before Jorge could get a word in.
“Why do you care? You were the one who always grumbled when he pulled too hard or tried to kick you with his infant legs.”View More As the wind blew…