He wasn’t actually sure if he could. He didn’t bring any formula and the diapers
weren’t purchased yet. He hoped the pacifier would do the heavy lifting.
“No,” Jerry told him. “You will not be touching the baby.”
“She’s hungry,” the crazy woman informed the manager. “I haven’t nursed her in a
few hours.”
“You breastfeed the baby?” Jerry asked.
“Ever since she was born,” the woman replied.
“No!” William shouted. “If I can’t touch her then she can’t either!”
“But what if she is the mother?” Jerry asked. “What if the baby does need to eat?”
“Do not let that woman stick her nipple in my daughter’s mouth!” William shouted.
The shout surprised him. He hadn’t remembered ever being this angry in his life.
“I suppose this guy is right,” Jerry said. “Paul go get some formula and a bottle.
Whoever is the parent will have to buy it once we get it sorted out.”
Doug found the pacifier but it only calmed Sasha down a little.
William stared at the woman, trying to burn her image into his brain. She wore a
faded University of Michigan shirt. He doubted that she ever went to college. Her
light brown hair looked as if it hadn’t been brushed in a month. Her jeans were
worn out and exposed her knees. William took note that she hadn’t shaved her legs
in a while. Her knees were just as hairy as his.
“Can’t you just check the security cameras?” William asked, hoping this could be
over sooner rather than later.
“Unfortunately, our camera system is out,” Jerry informed him. “The cops got
called. We are going to let them sort it out.”
William winced.
“While we are waiting, do either of you have any photos of the baby? In your