Sue knew she was a brave woman. Her tummy hurt from the stitches, but she was OK as long as she didn’t have to turn. She looked slowly at all the faces around her…her mother, her sister and her husband. All of them were weeping shamelessly. But she felt like she was in some sort of a trance. Like she was watching some movie. She scanned the place. No, these were not her clothes, not her bed, not even her room. Not her carefully selected upholstery, not her jug of water……but the book was hers, yes, it was her book indeed. Chicken Soup for The Expectant Mother’s Soul……and the rest of the room blurred in front of her eyes. Tears finally streamed down her face as she wept for her new born who had just died.
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Egads!I think I've met my match in twisted endings..