Butterfly

Mother paused, drew the butterfly to her lips and whispered some secret before continuing her story."e;It was but a month ago,"e; she recollected. "e;I wakened to discover your father resting on the side of our bed reserved to him throughout our marriage. To be sure, I was uncertain of his identity at first, but the butterfly's urgency, crawling up my arm and neck to nibble on my earlobe—precisely...