“The next afternoon, she was side-lying in her bed, nursing Stanley while trying to read a McSweeney’s piece on her phone. It was amusing, but her mind kept wandering to yesterday. That mom who kept humming to herself. That baby girl who Meredith could have sworn levitated for just a hot second while reaching for the vegetable-dyed handmade German wooden stacking blocks. The mom who enthusiastically insisted Meredith try sunflower oil instead of olive oil to treat Stanley’s cradle cap, adding, ‘Great things can start with a little sunflower oil. Have you ever read Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita?'”
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