North of Cantala, 1910
“Aaahhhh! Please take her out, take her out now!” Mrs. Hitchcock screamed as a nurse came to check on her.
“Mrs. Hitchcock, the doctor just looked at you, and it is not time as yet,” said the nurse.
“If you don’t take this child out, you will be sorry,” Mrs. Hitchcock warned.
“I will get the doctor once more, Mrs. Hitchcock. No need for any spells,” the nurse replied.
“Good! And get me, my husband, while you’re at it,” Mrs. Hitchcock yelled.
* * *
Hours later . . .
“Wahh, wahh.”
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Mrs. Hitchcock cooed as she played with her newborn.
“She is perfect,” Mr. Hitchcock chimed, looking at the new addition to the family.
“Can I see her too? Is she prettier than me?” Sáphire asked, trying to get a glimpse of her sister.
“My little fire, you n
