And now the head of his and Jacintas first baby glittered
beautifully in the white bathroom without his witnessing
it, and so did the shoulders, the belly with its cord,
the penis, thighs, knees, and toes. Thomasina hooked a
plug of slime out of the babys mouth with her pinky,
slicked her big hand over face, belly, buttocks like butter
over one of her hot loaves, and slipped the baby back
to its mother. It was as the baby latched on to Jacintas
breast that Thomasina caught sight of something slight,
flower-like; one testicle had not descended, but there
was something else. She waited the eternal instant that
women wait when a horror jumps out at them. It is an
instant that men do not use for waiting, an instant that
opens a door to life or death. Women look through the
opening because something might be alive in there.
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