It was 2 yrs. later 1987. I was 19 and in college down in fl. My children mandy and louisa were 1 evan was 2 and the baby i'd had was 3.
i'd just come back from school to the apt. jesse I shared. When I got there he came out of the room I shared w/ them.
"karen," he said.
"yeah?" I said looking at them dropping my purse on a table.
"i. the baby something happened to the baby."
"i. oh god what's wrong?"
oh god no.
"i don't know...if I should show you her, or not...but. My friend lacy you remember her?"
"yeah kindof."
"well she's actually looking for someone to adopt. Her daughter hannah."
"well we can't take care of another kid now."
"no I mean. Maybe in a couple yrs. Thing is...hannah was born. The. The same way ours yours was. so."
addicted to drugs.
"oh. What happened to my baby?"
"karen..."
"no what the hell happened to my baby!"
I went into the nursery. The crib was there the vase was there evert everything else was there. But the baby was...well she was in the crib but she wasn't moving.
Omygod.
I just stood there silently for awhile.
