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  • Now We Were Four

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    My second was born in the coldest part of the night, the hour before sunrise. She arrived as most do, squinting and cackling her first pathetic cry, a protest against light and air and noise. The midwife placed her on Dorinda’s chest and she settled down, daughter on mother, beauty in an embrace.

    Dainty was the word for her. Seven pounds even, a feather of a thing, with dark hair on top and perfect little fingers to someday play the piano like her mom.

    After a long night of laboring, Amelia was here. She completed our nucleus; now we were four.

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