The rubber fetus I’d retrieved from Dr. Ellington’s lawn was on the floor of the Crown Vic’s backseat. Its eyes were shut. I imagined them to be blue. Of course there were no eyes under the flesh-colored rubber lids. I’m not sure why it mattered. Maybe it was that Jillian had terminated a pregnancy before […]
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