“Yeah, I saw it yesterday when she went over to hide outside their house and look at it.”

“You all were watching in the kitchen?”

“We sure were. On that little television set your daddy got from Sears.”

“That was so sad when she saw them carry it in the door. I was crying like a baby. God, it was sad. I think she’ll steal it back though. I’d steal it if it was mine. If anybody tried to take my baby, I’d kill them. I’d stab them in the heart.”

“Why don’t she tell her daddy? Her daddy works at the same hospital.”

“They can’t. They don’t want anyone to know. They think it’s a disgrace because she wasn’t married.”

“She ought to tell her daddy.”

“She ought to go over there and grab her baby and take it home. If it was Lisa’s, nobody would keep it from her.”

“You’re right about that. That Lisa don’t let anybody mess with her.”

“I wish it was on on Saturday. I wish they had it every day.”

“So do I. Well, I guess you can read some magazines. Set over there and eat while I make this bed up for you. Then you can get back in and I’ll get you some magazines.” She moved my tray to a card table and helped me over to it. Then she pulled the covers off the bed and made it up with blue sheets and a pale blue satin blanket cover with lace on the edges. She fluffed up the pillows and tucked me back in and brought me a stack of Good Housekeeping and Redbook and Better Homes and Gardens magazines. Then she closed the blinds and drew the curtains. The nurse had gone to sleep in a reclining chair. The baby had slept through everything. “You get you a little sleep now,” Fannin said. “That baby’ll be waking pretty soon. You sleep so you can make some milk. Sweet little baby, sweet little ole boy.” She closed the last curtain and pulled the switch on the ceiling fan to slow it down. “You rest now, Rhoda. You too high-strung this morning for your own good. You got lots of time to be on your feet. All you got to do now is rest up so you can feed this baby.”