So here’s a disturbing thing that happened tonight. We’re eating dinner, and naturally Miles got fussy, so Jaclyn took a break and started feeding him at the table. After a moment, she looks up at me.
“Are you curious to know what this tastes like or no?” she said, while feeding Miles fluid from her body.
“…what?” I struggled to find the words. “What kind of question is that? Of course not.”
She replied with, “I was just curious,” which, as a common phrase, never quite closes the book the way one might like. Rather, those words always seem to invite greater scrutiny and consideration.
Suddenly we’re in Strangers on a Train territory. We were just two people, sitting there, maybe talking a little. But the idea is out there now. There is no putting that genie back in the bottle.
I have not yet tasted Jaclyn’s breast milk. I cannot promise this will hold true forever.