Notes from the Heart Healer Page #6

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Well, aren't we the picture of domesticity?

What's all this?

My neighbor had seven children

before she got her tubes tied.

Last one is finally out of diapers.

So long as we don't return it,

she is more than happy to give us

all the baby junk we could use.

Although you seem to be doing all right

without it.

Who knew you'd be such a natural anyway?

Me.

- Nothing. Coffee?

- Sure.

You started to say something?

It's the reason I was so reluctant

to take Charlie in last night.

You want to decipher that?

You remember when Gil died,

how messed up I was?

Yeah. Married only a couple of years.

Pregnant.

Future wiped out by a stupid car crash.

I might've considered suicide, too.

I did more than consider it, Dot.

I know.

And when Christine was born,

I was in no condition to care for her.

No, you weren't.

But it turned out all right, though.

Her adoptive parents did one heck of a job.

Yeah, they did.

And, thanks to a miracle,

she's back in my life now.

But?

But

I didn't get to be her mother.

I mean, not like this.

Not when she needed me the most.

I can't tell you how deeply I regret that.

And that's why I have

to find this child's mom,

so she doesn't end up like me.

And before you fall in love with that baby.

No, no, no.

Not gonna let that one happen,

no matter how adorable you are!

Charlie's just on a banana high right now.

Trust me, when he comes down,

he's gonna want his real mom.

Hey, how much confidence

do you have in your Sheriff?

I don't expect the folks at CSI

to set their next spin-off

here in Constant Harbor.

Do you think that he would have

looked around for local girls

who might be in trouble?

I doubt it.

He's got his plate pretty full with

this weekend's Crab Festival.

I can lend you my car,

if you want to go and talk to

Pastor Newton at the Baptist church.

He's who Carl would have asked.

Maybe I'll do that.

How desolate would you have to be,

dear reader,

to leave a child you bore

with a total stranger?

And if you were that stranger,

having found an infant on your doorstep,

what are your obligations

to care for the child?

To find the baby's parents?

To understand what motivated

such desperation?

To help mitigate the problems that led to

an act as misguided as child abandonment?

These and many more questions

are on my mind of late,

and they are not entirely hypothetical,

as last night, I discovered a baby,

left, like Moses,

on the steps of my cottage.

Yeah, bub, I'm talking about you.

Looks good on you.

Drool?

Motherhood.

Yeah, Charlie here is

a guest star in our reality show,

he's not a regular,

and don't you let me forget that, okay?

Doesn't mean we can't enjoy the little guy

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