This was far from what I dreamed of becoming, an investigating correspondent in some exotic, dangerous territory. Yet I felt I was in another sort of dangerous territory, the keeper of our baby.
| 34thParallel Magazine | Jul 10 |
THUMPER BY J CAROL GOODMAN
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 79
What’s that thumping noise?”
“Guess somebody’s moving in like us,” Charles said. He was holding the other end of the couch. Part way through the door nausea hit me. I dropped my end, climbed over it to the bathroom to vomit.
“Sweetheart.” He held a wet washcloth to my forehead. I plunked onto a kit…