Friday, October 14, 2005

The Clock

Upstairs, there was an ultrasound, and there was a clock on the wall that said twenty past four. It didn’t change. At one point someone came in and said, “Oh, that clock’s just about to be right!”
The woman had the screen turned away from us. I almost asked her to turn it around so I could see. She spent a long time, frowning, and twitching, and trying different parts of the screen. I thought: turn on the sound, I want to hear the heartbeat, turn on the sound one more time.


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