Again

She showed up about 9:32 p.m., and her momma was smiling into the pain and blood, eyes closed, just smiling, smiling.

God, she had said over and over before the pushing was finished. Please. God.

Eight pounds and an ounce. Twenty-one inches. Fingers as long as French fries from the Steak 'n Shake.

Once in a while she'll open the left eye. Just a peak, though, like she's not quite sure she wants to know what's out here yet.

Now it's done, back home, lights out, quiet house save the ticks of the wall clock and pricks on the laptop.

Morissey Montgomery.

By Morissey Montgomery.

Yeah.