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.

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…

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