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screaming children again, Darla tries to say some things about her own life,<br />
about the happenings with her. She says that she might still love her husband,<br />
or could certainly try again, but nothing makes much sense anymore. Not<br />
since the death of their daughter.<br />
And his weight, Fern says. It must be difficult.<br />
Yes, Darla says. His weight.<br />
When they reach the parking lot, Fern digs into her purse and scribbles on<br />
the back of a receipt. Here's my number, she says, and then laughs, something<br />
horsy, a neigh. The baby's kicking. You wanna feel?<br />
I guess so, Darla says, and while she does so, while she spends a quieter<br />
moment palming the woman's taut belly, Fern tells her about a dream she<br />
had.<br />
I was birthing quintuplets, and I named the first four babies George,<br />
George, George and George, but couldn't decide what to call the last one.<br />
Isn't that weird?<br />
Darla nods that it is.<br />
But that's not the whole of it. Get this. I dreamt it a second time, right<br />
after the first, except this time the babies weren't babies at all. Fern grips<br />
Darla's shoulder so that she understands exactly what she's saying here, the<br />
seriousness of such a thing. In this second dream I give birth to withered<br />
tomato plants. Five total. Four of them named George. Is this a sign of<br />
something? Fern says.<br />
Maybe, Darla says. I don't know. I'm not sure. But maybe.<br />
She approaches Edwin's chair during commercial break, Love curled in<br />
his lap, purring against his genitals. He loves Love. He sleeps with Love. He<br />
plays with Love. Perhaps he's Love's molester.<br />
He looks up at her, his thumb hovering over the key pad of the remote<br />
control as if it was simply a matter of changing this channel they've been tuned<br />
into for months now, or—as is more likely his style—turn it off altogether.<br />
The cat, she says. Can you move the cat?<br />
Love growls and jumps to the floor as Darla crawls onto Edwin's legs,<br />
but of course that won't work because he can't see the TV. She picks a spot<br />
on the floor beside his chair and asks him about the shop where he recently<br />
found a job selling bathroom tiles.<br />
What about it? he says.<br />
Do you like it?<br />
What's there to like?<br />
Anything about it you like is all? I'm trying to make conversation.<br />
He shrugs, yawns, gets up for the bathroom, and after a few moments<br />
she can hear water moving in pipes, booming through the house. When he<br />
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