The Risk
How could this happen? “I should have let Tenni do more here.”
“It’s not your fault,” Blitz said. “This was a misdeal. There’s not any blame to be had.”
Mary pressed her face into his chest, weeping.
I felt lost. “Should we call the doctor?”
That seemed to move Blitz. “Yes, I’ll send for the doctor.”
“Here,” I said to Mary, “let me bring you to bed, just until the doctor arrives.”
Mary nodded, face downcast. I’d never been in their rooms since they moved in, and it was cozy. She’d done up the back area with pastel patterned wallpaper. “My mother said it brought bad fortune to paper the baby’s area before it was born.” Mary sobbed, sagging onto their bed. “How I wish I would have listened!”
I sat next to her, put my arm around her shoulders. “You heard your husband: there’s
