Hobson's Choice
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Comfort
Predictably, grief has struck. The house moved into, the paperwork filled, the boxed unpacked, there is time to think about a lost baby.
A conversation between Eleanor and me:
-- Mommy sad about?
-- Do you remember the baby that couldn't come live with us?
-- Yes.
-- Mommy is feeling sad about that baby.
-- What her name?
-- I don't know what the baby's name would have been.
Long pause
-- Her in her new home now.
-- What?
-- Her in her new home now.
Wordsworthian, but comforting still.
1:51 p.m. - 2004-09-23
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