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How They Came to Call it Love<br />
S. Asher Sund<br />
A little cough, a little sniffle—that was how it started, as a simple little<br />
cold. A day later it was followed with a little reddish bile in the diaper (not<br />
blood-red, but brown-red, as if only a slight case of food poisoning or a touch<br />
of the flu). Nothing to worry about. Her husband's words that she had used<br />
for a time with the baby. Nothing to worry about, she said, while patting her<br />
daughter gently on the back until she got what she was looking for, a little<br />
burp, though it didn't smell right—nothing looked or sounded or smelled<br />
right—and that was when she finally wasn't willing to take the chance anymore,<br />
after the burp with the stinky taint to it. She sang softly to her baby as she<br />
drove the five miles to where the doctor was waiting. Leaves were dropping,<br />
falling from the sky. A little trip to the doctor's while singing a little song and<br />
afterwards everything would be okay. Nothing to worry about.<br />
A week after the funeral, her gay Pentecostal friend Maxine brought over<br />
a sympathy basket from Harry and David. She brought over flowers and left<br />
them on the porch. On the card that came with the flowers was the image of<br />
a dove with a fig branch in its beak. Inside the card it said, God is faithful.<br />
Put your trust in Him.<br />
Darla ate the food in the gift basket alone at the kitchen table late one night.<br />
She ate the Royal Riveria apples and pears, the cheddar and jack cheeses and<br />
the sausage. She ate the preserves on bread, preserves on crackers, preserves<br />
on lemon cake, preserves on preserves. She ate the Chocolate Moose Munch<br />
caramel popcorn and the honey roasted cashews and peanuts, leaving the<br />
chocolate truffles for the very end, though not because she was saving best<br />
for last or because dessert should be eaten after the main course (or in the<br />
very least after the preserves), but because the package was harder to open,<br />
the package was difficult and she was in a hurry and only after everything<br />
else was gone, when there was nothing left to eat except the reusable basket<br />
and sympathy ribbon, did she take a knife to the box and stab and stab as if<br />
she had to kill it first.<br />
While eating, she traced with a pen the words on the inside of the card—<br />
God is faithful, God is faithful—until it began to read God is faithfoul. It<br />
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