TRIADOPTION ® Library, Inc. - CA ~ Pg 369-480
TRIADOPTION ® Library, Inc. - CA ~ Pg 369-480
TRIADOPTION ® Library, Inc. - CA ~ Pg 369-480
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The late November leaves swirled around<br />
her feet ... no 1 onger were they bri 11 i antly<br />
colored but muted as if brushed into a Renair<br />
canvas. A brisk touch of wind blew them<br />
he1 ter-skelter across her mind. She was cold<br />
--physical ly and emoti onal ly--and searched<br />
in her pocket for gloves to warm her hands.<br />
Her hands--the ones that just a few hours<br />
ago had grasped in desperation by the ebony<br />
ones of a young girl . She was getting inforination<br />
for birth certificates. It was 1955,<br />
and this three-month job would fill her days<br />
while her husband was in the Air Force<br />
training session at a base near St. Loui s.<br />
She had opened the door to this new adventure<br />
with eagerness. What joy it would be to<br />
share the happiness of birth.<br />
She was greeted that first day by Sister<br />
idary, supervisor of the maternity ward. The<br />
sparkling brown eyes of the Italian woman<br />
searched through her. They were warm and<br />
confident, as was the strong voice that<br />
gave directions to her. A bell called Sister<br />
Mary to other duties, and she was left to<br />
explore the routine and the people of the<br />
ward. Many teased her, "hope you know that<br />
just working here makes you pregnant!"<br />
Little did they know that as she smiled<br />
back pangs of nausea were sending a message<br />
to her. It was a good beginning.<br />
The next Monday brought Sister Mary,<br />
bustling with a brisk, important step, into<br />
her office. The warmth in the eyes had<br />
1 frozen into ice. "Well, we had three of<br />
them thi s weekend". Three of them ... her<br />
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She opened the first door. A big-boned<br />
woman with straw hair drooping on her<br />
shoulders stared coldly at her. "Well,<br />
what do you rant to know? Let's get on. I I<br />
The frigid eyes looked down at the paper.<br />
There was no change ofi expression, but the<br />
hand si gni ng the certificate quivered--<br />
almost sadly, 1i ke tears.<br />
The next door opened onto a crying face,<br />
a young face with eyes of murky blue. "I'm<br />
not bad, ydu know", the shaking voice said.<br />
The hands hesitantly reached out for the<br />
pen. "I just wonder if it's a boy or a<br />
girl ." As she closed the door, she turned<br />
mi'nd couldn't grasp the tone in the selfrighteous<br />
voice. "Three of them?" she<br />
asked. "Yes, three illegitimate babies,<br />
and I baptized theni immediately to save<br />
their souls. It's too late to save those<br />
girls, you know." The voice and eyes were<br />
unforgiving.<br />
She was sent on her way to gather<br />
informat'ion on "those gi rls". "Remember,<br />
"A Touch of Life" is a true story.<br />
they are not to know the sex of their<br />
babies. A state law, you know, and besides By Bev Robertson<br />
they don't deserve to know. I I<br />
slowly away from the pleading eyes.<br />
The third door creaked as she opened it<br />
and awakened a sleeping girl. The soft<br />
brown eyes gazed inquiringly at her. There<br />
was a tenderness--a hurt--in the stare that<br />
confronted her. The girl grasped her .hand<br />
... begging with the touch. "Please tell<br />
me. Please. 1'11 be searching all my life. I!<br />
She turned quickly away. "You hate me".<br />
She swallowed a moment of tears saying,<br />
"No, I love you." And she left.. She went to<br />
the typewri ter and pounded out her emotions<br />
on official business.<br />
A wet slap of rain knocked the replay of<br />
the day out of her mind. She looked up. He<br />
was waiting for her at the door of their<br />
apartment, and he peered intimately into<br />
her feelings. "Oh, George", she cried out,<br />
"some day it will change. It has to!" And<br />
as she sank her head into his protective<br />
arms, the stir of life--the same feelings<br />
that "those girls" had once had, touched<br />
her tenderly .<br />
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