Sunday, June 27, 2010


     “You saved my life,” said Sandy.
     “Yep,” Joan thought to herself, pulling out of the parking lot, “and not for the first time.”
     And it was usually something she felt uneasy about doing, too – like lying to Sandy’s mother that she had spent the night at Joan’s place when Sandy was sleeping with that biker guy. It should have been him who was picking Sandy up from the hospital, but he was long gone.
     “It was awful,” Sandy told Joan, “They put you in the obstetrics ward. Everybody else was having a baby, and I was getting rid of one.”

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