I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.

I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.

I should have known then it wasn´t nothing, as he called it. But I was eight months pregnant. No sense closing the barn door now, or so I thought. I swallowed the nothing, straightaway after the usual tears and denial.