She told me how she too was pregnant. She said it was her ex-husband’s and that she'd had her cervix checked that afternoon. She also asked me how my brother Paul felt about being the father of my child.
I watched our corn growing as she spoke. Realized how much better it’s doing this year. The sunflowers are much taller too.
She paused with confusion, tripping over the names of all the men who had left her.
“I went to the old house,” she said. “Bob was there. I mean Paul. No Dan, er Ed. Bob. Bob was there and he rubbed my belly, which felt so good. And I realized ‘Oh,God, no! This isn’t a baby. It’s not a baby. It’s pain.’”
I watched the ants marching and working hard along the cracked bricks under my feet. There are so many ant colonies around our house. B is certain that if we picked up our lot we’d see a whole planet of them in the dirt.
There is no reasonable point to interrupt and I couldn’t tell her I was scared so I say, “Mom, B’s calling me in for dinner.” she says, Oh ok,” and tells me that she hopes I would tell her if Paul was really the father.
The trellis is full and green. She’d be so impressed with our grapevines this year. It’s dreamy-- the way we snack off them while watering the grass.
Read more in Gold Man Review this November 2020
I watched our corn growing as she spoke. Realized how much better it’s doing this year. The sunflowers are much taller too.
She paused with confusion, tripping over the names of all the men who had left her.
“I went to the old house,” she said. “Bob was there. I mean Paul. No Dan, er Ed. Bob. Bob was there and he rubbed my belly, which felt so good. And I realized ‘Oh,God, no! This isn’t a baby. It’s not a baby. It’s pain.’”
I watched the ants marching and working hard along the cracked bricks under my feet. There are so many ant colonies around our house. B is certain that if we picked up our lot we’d see a whole planet of them in the dirt.
There is no reasonable point to interrupt and I couldn’t tell her I was scared so I say, “Mom, B’s calling me in for dinner.” she says, Oh ok,” and tells me that she hopes I would tell her if Paul was really the father.
The trellis is full and green. She’d be so impressed with our grapevines this year. It’s dreamy-- the way we snack off them while watering the grass.
Read more in Gold Man Review this November 2020