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5

I looked through the glass.

The nurse pointed down at my child. The child's face was very red and it was screaming louder than any of the other children. The room was full of screaming babies. So many births! The nurse seemed very proud of my baby. At least, I hoped it was mine. She picked the girl up so I could see it better. I smiled through the glass, I didn't know how to act. The girl just screamed at me. Poor thing, I thought, poor little damned thing. I didn't know then that she would be a beautiful girl someday who would look just like me, hahaha.
I motioned the nurse to put the child down, then waved goodbye to both of them. She was a nice nurse. Good legs, good hips. Fair breasts.

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
"I wish they'd give me my baby," said Fay, "it's not right to separate us like this."
"I know. But I guess there's some medical reason."
"Yes, but it doesn't seem right."
"No it doesn't. But the child looked fine. I'll do what I can to make them send up the child as soon as possible. There must have been 40 babies down there. They're making all the mothers wait. I guess it's to let them get their strength back. Our baby looked very strong, I assure you. Please don't worry."
"I'd be so happy with my baby."
"I know, I know. It won't be long."
"Sir," a fat Mexican nurse walked up, "I'll have to ask you to leave now."
"But I'm the father."
"We know. But your wife must rest."
I squeezed Fay's hand, kissed her on the forehead. She closed her eyes and seemed to sleep then. She was not a young woman. Maybe she hadn't saved the world but she had made a major improvement.

Ring one up for Fay.

- Charles Bukowski

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