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Mrs. Edward Pritchard, pregnant, had a

busy day. At eight she

rose, dressed


and gave her man

away. She gave

him at the court

house, flies bumping

on the walls, and while

she said the words, she thought

she didn't care at all.

Leaving there, she

fell: at twelve, she lost

their son--who never used

his eyes, who never

tried the air, but only

lay with small lapped hands

and feet that went nowhere.


At six she woke up in a

bed and touched a

nurse's hand: don't

leave me, were the words

she said. Don't worry, I won't

cry. But I must ask some human

being--why? Why?