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her face red with exhaustion and smeared blood. “I’m having a baby.”
His heart stopped and he couldn’t figure out how this could be. They hadn’t even known Bonnie was pregnant. She was only seventeen. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. Yes, she had been putting on the pounds lately, but not bad. She had always been a little chunky. How could this be?
“I’d say you’ve already had it.” He had to do something. Unfortunately, his wife had already left for work.
“But I won’t stop bleeding,” Bonnie said faintly.
From birthing many calves he knew what to do. He lifted the small form and that was when he realized it wasn’t breathing. As long as the baby was still attached to its mother it would be okay, but they needed help.
He handed the baby to his daughter and then asked, “Who did this to you?”
“Don’t tell Mom.”
He nodded.
She whispered a name and then he went to call an ambulance.
7:00 pm
Meg slumped down into the seat in the movie theater. A handful of kids and their parents were sprinkled around the seatsbehind her. She liked to sit close to the front. That way she felt like she was part of the movie, she could fall into it, not know where the film began and she ended.
Curt understood this feeling. But, at the moment for whatever reason, he wasn’t sitting next to her.
She had waited for him for a half an hour at her house and then she left for Red Wing, but not in time to catch the first show. She wasn’t going to call him, track him down. She was pretty sure she knew where he was—with Andy. Curt was a big boy and he could take care of himself. Or not.
But Meg was really mad. How could he do this to her? After all they’d been through. He was like her soul mate, her perfect match, and now he was changing into someone she didn’t even know.
She grabbed a handful of popcorn and started eating it, but even that reminded her of Curt. He called her style of eating popcorn, pecking. With her lips she would pluck one popped kernel out of her hand and eat it—like a chicken eating feed. She told him it was just her way of enjoying every single bite.
The trailers started. She loved trailers, those teasers of coming movies. She even liked the ads that showed in front of the movies. The movie she had picked was a new one, just out: Coraline. She didn’t know what it was about but she knew it was animated, which Curt loved, obviously, and rather creepy, which they both loved.
Meg sunk deeper into the seat as the movie started. This odd scrawny girl had just moved into an odd scrawny house with a geeky boy living there and his odd scrawny smart cat. So far so good. And the girl’s parents didn’t understand or pay attentionto her. Sometimes Meg felt that way, but not too often. Then the girl, Coraline, started yelling at the geeky boy and Meg really relished that part. Stupid boys!
Suddenly two hands covered her eyes. She let out a small peep.
Curt’s voice whispered in her ear. “I found you.” He climbed over the seat back and slid in next to her.
She gave him a glare. “I wasn’t lost.”
“You mad?”
“I’m watching the movie.”
“It looks good.”
“Sh-sh.”
“Can I have some popcorn?”
She was tempted to tell him to get his own, but decided that would be silly and result in more disruption and so she shoved the box at him, causing a few precious kernels to fall on the floor.
“Thanks,” he said.
It was hard to focus on the movie with Curt sitting next to her. She kept having imaginary conversations with him in her mind: ones in which she told him off, ones in which he begged her forgiveness and promised never to see Andy again, even one in which he told her he had been in a bad car accident and almost lost his life, but had managed to crawl out of the wreckage and come and find her. Most of them ended with the two of them kissing.
At least Curt didn’t try to hold her hand. They always held hands during movies, but he seemed to know not to even
His heart stopped and he couldn’t figure out how this could be. They hadn’t even known Bonnie was pregnant. She was only seventeen. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. Yes, she had been putting on the pounds lately, but not bad. She had always been a little chunky. How could this be?
“I’d say you’ve already had it.” He had to do something. Unfortunately, his wife had already left for work.
“But I won’t stop bleeding,” Bonnie said faintly.
From birthing many calves he knew what to do. He lifted the small form and that was when he realized it wasn’t breathing. As long as the baby was still attached to its mother it would be okay, but they needed help.
He handed the baby to his daughter and then asked, “Who did this to you?”
“Don’t tell Mom.”
He nodded.
She whispered a name and then he went to call an ambulance.
7:00 pm
Meg slumped down into the seat in the movie theater. A handful of kids and their parents were sprinkled around the seatsbehind her. She liked to sit close to the front. That way she felt like she was part of the movie, she could fall into it, not know where the film began and she ended.
Curt understood this feeling. But, at the moment for whatever reason, he wasn’t sitting next to her.
She had waited for him for a half an hour at her house and then she left for Red Wing, but not in time to catch the first show. She wasn’t going to call him, track him down. She was pretty sure she knew where he was—with Andy. Curt was a big boy and he could take care of himself. Or not.
But Meg was really mad. How could he do this to her? After all they’d been through. He was like her soul mate, her perfect match, and now he was changing into someone she didn’t even know.
She grabbed a handful of popcorn and started eating it, but even that reminded her of Curt. He called her style of eating popcorn, pecking. With her lips she would pluck one popped kernel out of her hand and eat it—like a chicken eating feed. She told him it was just her way of enjoying every single bite.
The trailers started. She loved trailers, those teasers of coming movies. She even liked the ads that showed in front of the movies. The movie she had picked was a new one, just out: Coraline. She didn’t know what it was about but she knew it was animated, which Curt loved, obviously, and rather creepy, which they both loved.
Meg sunk deeper into the seat as the movie started. This odd scrawny girl had just moved into an odd scrawny house with a geeky boy living there and his odd scrawny smart cat. So far so good. And the girl’s parents didn’t understand or pay attentionto her. Sometimes Meg felt that way, but not too often. Then the girl, Coraline, started yelling at the geeky boy and Meg really relished that part. Stupid boys!
Suddenly two hands covered her eyes. She let out a small peep.
Curt’s voice whispered in her ear. “I found you.” He climbed over the seat back and slid in next to her.
She gave him a glare. “I wasn’t lost.”
“You mad?”
“I’m watching the movie.”
“It looks good.”
“Sh-sh.”
“Can I have some popcorn?”
She was tempted to tell him to get his own, but decided that would be silly and result in more disruption and so she shoved the box at him, causing a few precious kernels to fall on the floor.
“Thanks,” he said.
It was hard to focus on the movie with Curt sitting next to her. She kept having imaginary conversations with him in her mind: ones in which she told him off, ones in which he begged her forgiveness and promised never to see Andy again, even one in which he told her he had been in a bad car accident and almost lost his life, but had managed to crawl out of the wreckage and come and find her. Most of them ended with the two of them kissing.
At least Curt didn’t try to hold her hand. They always held hands during movies, but he seemed to know not to even
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