wrenchâor a dangling participleâinto the precarious proceedings, Derry blurts, âTell us about the mother in Iowa.â
A shadow crosses Roseâs attractive face.
Uh-oh. Clearly, Derry said the wrong thing. She should have let Linden do the talking after all.
Rose seems to be choosing her words with care.
Finally, she says, âAt Cradle to Cradle, we prefer to call expectant clients âdonors.â If everything works out the way we expect it to, Mrs. Cordell, you will be the mother. Not her.â
Derry grins, the last of her reservations melting away like ugly late-winter slush.
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Ritaâs cell phone rings just as itâs her turn to be waited on.
âCan I help you?â the deli counterman is asking impatiently.
She holds up a finger, motioning him to stand by while she answers her phone. âHello?â
âRita. Iâve been trying to reach you all morning. Where have you been?â
âDelivering twins,â she tells Nancy wearily. âAnd I worked up one hell of an appetite, so hang on a second.â
To the impatient counterman, she says, âIâll have a turkey sandwich on whole grain bread with lettuce and mustard.â
âCheese?â
â No.â
âTomatoes?â
âNo. Just lettuce and mustard,â she repeats with forced politeness, wondering why New York deli men always seem bent on making things more complicated. She orders the same exact sandwich every time she comes in here. Which is at least once or twice a week.
Rita isnât crazy about complications these days. Or ever. No, sirree.
Into the phone, she says, âThe second twin was breech. What a nightmare for the mother.â
âAnd for you.â
âShe did all the work.â
âNot all the work. Donât sell yourself short.â
Rita smiles, shaking her head.
Leave it to Nancy to turn her into the hero. The womanâs specialty, aside from gossip and perpetually feeling sorry for herself, is definitely stroking egos. No wonder Bill Lombardo hired her years ago. Nancy always knows just what to say to flatter him.
Itâs a God-given gift, as far as Ritaâs concerned.
âYou know how I feel about my work, Nancy. It isnât brain surgery. I just make sure Iâm there, and I let nature take its course.â
âMost midwives would beg to differ.â
âListen, sugar pie, you and I both know that women have been giving birth for quite some time and anyone is capable of doing what I do,â says Rita, who frequently points out that it wasnât so long ago that most women acted as midwives for their daughters and sisters and friends.
âYouâd better not say that in front of your patients, or they wonât be willing to pay you,â Nancy warns her. âAnyway, listen, I was wondering if we could set up another home-birth seminar here in the office for sometime next month.â
âYou donât think Iâm busy enough?â Rita asks with a laugh, plucking a bottle of sweetened iced tea from the refrigerated case adjacent to the counter. âIâve already got my hands full with patients and support groupsâwhich reminds me, Iâve got to reschedule that Pregnant and Single meeting. Iâve had to cancel on them twice at the last minute.â
âNature of the business,â Nancy says lightly. âAnd theyâve been meeting anyway. I think they just like bonding with other women who are in the same boat. So can we set something up for the office?â
âIâll call you later, from home,â Rita promises. âI donât have my appointment book with me.â
âTurkey on whole grain with lettuce, onion, and mustard,â the counterman bellows, thrusting a wrapped sandwich in her direction.
Rita sighs. âIâve got to go, Nancy. Iâve got to take care of a problem here.â
âPatient complications?â
âNo,â
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