Tarnished Gold (Landry 5) - Page 69

on the window, the wind coming up to blow sheet

after sheet of the downpour against the house. There

was a flash of lightning and then a crash of thunder

that seemed to shake the very foundation of the great

house and rock my bed as well. We could hear the

rain pounding the roof. It seemed to pound right

through and into my heart.

Mama asked Gladys to turn on the lamps. As if

it took all her effort to rise from the bed and cross the

room, she groaned and stood up with an exaggerated

slowness. As soon as she had the lights on, she

returned to her bed and watched me enduring my

labor, closing her eyes, mumbling to herself and

sighing.

"How long can this last?" she finally inquired

with impatience.

"Ten, fifteen, twenty hours," Mama told her. "If

you have something else to do . . ."

"What else would I have to do? Are you mad or

are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Forget I said anything," Mama muttered, and

turned her attention back to me.

Suddenly, at the end of one contraction, I felt a

gush of warm liquid down my legs.

"Mama!"

"It's your bag of waters," Mama exclaimed.

"The baby's going to come tonight," she declared with

certainty. Gladys Tate uttered a cry of excitement, and

when we looked over at her, we saw she had wet her

own bed.

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