Maryanne had easily cried off any makeup that she'd worn. But they were happy tears, happy tears that were multiplied by hormones, and just how beautiful everything had been. Two of her babies were old enough to be married and moved away.
But she didn't care just then, that she had red-rimmed eyes and red nose, as she sat in the grass. A pretty red sundress did nothing to hide the just there baby hump, not even as she sat legs curled under her. She sat among babies of varying age, and varying degrees of consciousness. And varying degrees of food coverage.