Puzzling Out the Problem (part 1 of 1, complete)
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Puzzling Out the Problem
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1584
[End of March 179-]
:: With Raisa in Igor’s arms, slowly filling her tummy, the adults’ conversation turns to her permanent placement. Many problems are discussed, but the goal is gentleness and a long-term, good fit for the baby. Part of the “Lost Son” story arc in the Frankenstein’s Family universe. ::
Murmurs seemed to chase the last bite of stew that Laszlo sopped up with his bread, using a spoon instead of his hand to push the morsel around. “And that’s another problem to take care of,” Igor laughed. “The diapers are near the hearth, to warm them,” he told Victor.
“She’s almost asleep, and a warm cloth to wipe up the mess will help her along,” Victor answered.
A moment later, Raisa lay swaddled in the same blanket, but any trace of the plaid rag was gone. Victor approached Laszlo slowly. “She’s in good health. There was no reasonable…” He pursed his lips. “Did anyone tell you if she was found washed, or if the people who called for Kálmán cleaned her up?”
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By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1584
[End of March 179-]
:: With Raisa in Igor’s arms, slowly filling her tummy, the adults’ conversation turns to her permanent placement. Many problems are discussed, but the goal is gentleness and a long-term, good fit for the baby. Part of the “Lost Son” story arc in the Frankenstein’s Family universe. ::
Murmurs seemed to chase the last bite of stew that Laszlo sopped up with his bread, using a spoon instead of his hand to push the morsel around. “And that’s another problem to take care of,” Igor laughed. “The diapers are near the hearth, to warm them,” he told Victor.
“She’s almost asleep, and a warm cloth to wipe up the mess will help her along,” Victor answered.
A moment later, Raisa lay swaddled in the same blanket, but any trace of the plaid rag was gone. Victor approached Laszlo slowly. “She’s in good health. There was no reasonable…” He pursed his lips. “Did anyone tell you if she was found washed, or if the people who called for Kálmán cleaned her up?”
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