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my groin and traveled into my stomach and around to

my back, but I didn't say anything about it because it

wasn't as bad as the early ones were yet.

"Well," Octavious said, looking from Gladys to

Mama, "maybe I should bring something up for you to

eat and drink. This may take a while, eh?"

"Bring some ice tea," Gladys ordered, "and

make sure the front door is locked. Draw all the

curtains closed, too. And don't answer any phone calls

or make any."

Octavious closed his eyes as if he had a terrible

headache and then opened them and turned to Mama. "What can I get you?" he asked.

"Just cold water," Mama told him. She had

brought along what she wanted for herself and for me. He nodded and left, and soon after, the pain

began to build.

"Mama," I said, "it's starting again."

"Okay, honey. Just squeeze my hand when you

hurt. I want to know how bad it really is."

She pulled Grandmere Landry's silver pocket

watch out of her bag and put it beside me on the bed. "What's that?" Gladys demanded, looking over

Mama's shoulder.

"Just a watch to tell me how long her

contractions last and how much time between them.

That's how I know how close we are to the birth." "Oh," Gladys said, and placed her palms over

her fake stomach. "It tightens, doesn't it? It gets as

tight and as hard as a rock."

Mama just looked at her, nonplussed, which

caused something in Gladys Tate's eyes to snap. A

crimson tint came into the crests of her cheeks. "I've got to know every detail, don't I? People

ask questions. I want to be able to describe the birth as


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