8:237) Hope O`Keeffe 28-AUG-1998 15:23

He bleats a bit, and I switch him to heart-side. They swirl all around us in the underground food court: sunburnt tourists, field-tripping boy scouts, office workers skipping out for a Friday afternoon break. I dunk my thumb in the cup of icecream and he slurps it in with his small pink tongue, confused by the new sensations -- cold! sweet! sticky! He sucks with tiny furrowed brow and enormous concentration. Patrick Martin Thomas Langello is three days old. The cycle begins, and ends, and begins again.