Friday, May 23, 2008

Waiting in Line

Last year, when I was obviously pregnant, I took Gracie every Thursday to a preschool story time at the public school where little ones could take their lovies. We abruptly stopped going when Zachary died.

Last week, while waiting in line at the school, another mom recognized me. Squealing, she grabbed my arm and asked how my baby was. "He's dead," I replied. I'm done diagramming my uterus for total strangers, and I didn't know what else to say after that.

So I didn't say anything.


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