ever born on this or any other planet, the other of the two being James Oliver, who appeared two weeks and three days later.
And we live happily ever after.
Mr. and Mrs. and Mrs. Harry Kapp. And family.
There will someday be problems. We all realize this, although we dwell on it as little as possible. Children, after all, ask embarrassing questions, and keep asking them until they get answers. But here, I think, our isolation helps us. Eventually the kids will learn that other families are structured rather differently from ours. There will no doubt be a certain amount of culture shock involved. But we are so close, and love each other so much, that I don’t doubt for a moment that it will all work out for the best in this best of all possible worlds, amen.
Meanwhile we share child-raising chores as if this were a sexual kibbutz, which perhaps it is. I sometimes nurse James, and Priss sometimes nurses Judy. Tit for tat, Harry calls it.
One thing does come to mind from time to time. At the present it’s wildly premature, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it, and I have mentioned it to Priss and Harry, and we all agree it’s something that will ultimately come to pass.
Sooner or later, James Oliver and Judith Elizabeth are going to want to screw each other.
Well, the hell with them. Let them write their own book.
