It was late September, the ragged tail end of

a worn out, used up

old summer.

I don’t think we could have fit

one more thing in it. We had

moved,

painted,

wallpapered,

planted

weeded

and partied.

We camped

and fished

and picked berries.

Then one day

your father asked

when my period was due?

I checked the calendar,

“Three months ago.”

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