It’s raining and Rebecca is on time. The first happens
regularly, the latter is a miracle, to say it simply. Rebecca arrives in the clinic with a back pack covered in
rain, her black leather boots pooling water, enough for water bugs to skate the
surface of her wake. The results are coming in. She has gummy cigars,
blessingways and baby toes in mind, is it a child kicking around making her
ovaries light up like the sky on a full moon night?
“My prayer is that there is at least one baby swimming
lazily in my belly” Rebecca says to the nurse who is donning rubbery gloves.
“I can’t tell
you, but I will be able to show you.” Says Gina the ultrasound technician
steering the #### over the gelly laden landscape of Rebecca’s belly. As Gina
speaks … Rebecca hears her Aunt Lil saying “Show, don’t tell.”
Aunt Lil, raised Rebecca, who came to live with her, when Lil was 35 and
Rebecca was 12. Lil had no children of her own to instill her strong array of
values too, when Rebecca arrived, Lil’s small and glowing kitchen was laden
with vegan cakes, cookies and a watermelon filled with fruit salad, created by
Lil for the Buddhist Jewish Community Fundraiser. (c)
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