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Mothers’ Meeting
The first step is wanting to comunicate
Madelyn made her way carefully along the rocky path. Normally, she’d have bounded up it like a mountain goat, but a third-trimester bump imposes its own rules. Karl hadn’t tried to stop her coming — he’d never do that — but he had been concerned.
“Are you sure you want to?” He’d asked. “You’ve got less than a week to go, after all.”
“I’ll be fine!” She’d insisted.
“I know you will.” He replied. “You’re the healthiest person I know, and the smartest. But it’s not an exact science, and if the little one decides it wants out when you’re halfway up…!”
“There’s that.” Madelyn allowed. “But, honey, I need to see her! She’s close to her time as well, after all. We’ve gone through this whole thing together, you know. It’d be mean not to pay her a last visit while I still can.”
“Well, you know yourself best.” Karl told her. “Just keep your comlink handy, please?”
She chuckled, remembering his droll look as he said that. Madelyn was famous throughout the Project for her habit of forgetting her comlink or of putting it down somewhere and losing it.
Fortunately, the slope flattened out as she reached the top. There was the carefully-built stone wall, and there…. A bass thrumming, loud…
