by Nan Claire Falkner
Bill had lived in Alaska for 12 years with the last 4 years alone. His wife Aya and their son had died in childbirth. Wow – his head was throbbing – “need more Advil.” He pushed away from the table, picked up the bottle, dosed himself 3 pills and went to bed.
“Honey, wake up, I’m in labor.” Aya kissed his back, and suddenly wide awake, he cradled her kissing her fervently. “We’re going to the hospital. I shudder to think what could happen!”
“While I’m there, I’ll get some blue paint.”
“But how do you know it’s a boy?” she said.