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"They're all to blaht as well na that would be a just and poetic revenge

"I can't," she wailed She shook her head so hard, I thought she would tear it off her neck

"All right, suit yourself You'll see what's going to happen now You'll see," I predicted

I rose and went to her bathrooet some towels Then I returned and rolled the dead infant onto one I placed it and the afterbirth and umbilical cord on the bed just as Daddy opened the door and stepped back into the roo Belinda for atolook

"He's dead, I think, Daddy," I said

He nodded

"Most likely," he said and approached the bed He reached down sloith his big hand and put the tip of his forefinger on the infant's neck "Yes," he said "A blessing"

Belinda began to wail

"Stop it!" I snapped, hovering over her "Do you want Car up here?"

Belinda muffled her sobs and turned over on her side

"Can you get her cleaned up and back to bed?" Daddy asked me

"Yes, Daddy"

"Is shebleeding or anything? Are we going to need a doctor?"

"I don't think so"

"Make sure I'll be right back," he said