getme my change. It takes him five minutes. Damn, now he will think Iâm a moneybags.
Just because I feel bad, I tip him two dimes, but then I feel worse. In a couple of weeks, Iâll need those coins.
Looking Up
I am surprised when I enter the Bittmanâs Grocery to find more shoppers than last time. Two women and a man move up the three aisles in slow motion, probably trying, like me, to maximize the nutrition they can get with their meager cash. One woman carries a pale thin child with a cleft lip on one side, and I shiver remembering the first baby I delivered. The little boy reaches out when they pass the pickle barrel, but doesnât make a sound and the mother pulls his hand back.
I step up to the counter. No point looking at things we canât afford. B.K. Bittman greets me in his brown apron. His short dark hair sticks up like he forgot to comb it and his hazel eyes have a worried, haunted look.
âMiss Becky, how can I help you?â he says in a monotone.
âGood morning, Mr. Bittman.â I fumble in my jacket pocket, looking for my short list. âHowâs Lilly?â
B.K. holds my gaze. âPoorly. Did you know sheâs in the family way?â
âYes. The midwife told me.â I donât need to explain which midwife; thereâs only one, since Mrs. Potts passed away and Bitsy moved to Philadelphia.
âCould I see Lilly? I told Patience I would stop by.â I set my little leather nurseâs bag on the counter as if this makes my visit official.
âYes, sure. Weâd appreciate it, but just so you know, I canât afford to pay. Can I gather the things on your list while you visit?â
The grocer opens a door to the rear and shows me up a set of steep wooden stairs that lead to the coupleâs apartment.
âLilly, honey,â he yells, âMiss Becky, the home nurse, is on her way up.â
âHello,â I call, entering a kitchen with a sink full of dishes, leftovers still on the table, and a back door that leads down another set of stairs to the alley.
âIâm in here.â Lillyâs voice draws me toward a bedroom where a pale young redhead sits up in bed, a book on her lap and three books on the bedside table. The startling thing is her eyes, aqua blue. She turns in my direction, though I know she canât see me. The books are in Braille.
âMiss Becky. Itâs so nice to have you back.â She reaches out for my hand and her soft fingers run up and down my wrist, her way of connecting since she canât meet my eyes.
âThank you,â I answer formally. âMost everyone has been very nice, but itâs been a hard landing. I thought the economy was bad near Charlottesville, but itâs much worse here. I can see people are really suffering. Anyway, enough about me! How are you ? Patience said youâre pregnant again. I take it this is a good thing?â Here I raise my eyebrows waiting for her response and glance at her small protruding abdomen. Itâs strange to use my face to convey concern when Lilly cannot see it.
âYes, we were very happy. It took five years to get pregnant last time, four years this time and we were wondering if it would ever happen again. Now Iâm not sure. I mean, we still want the baby very much, but you heard about the cramping. Iâm afraid Iâm going to lose it.
âB.K. and Patience insist I stay in bed and theyâre probably right, but thereâs so much to do. Did you see the kitchen? The housework has gone to the devil, and B.K. needs help in the store . . .â She shrugs. âAnd . . . and if Iâm going to lose the baby anyway, I might as well get up.â
âHave you been to the doctorâs in Torrington?â
âYes, I went there a few weeks ago to see the specialist, Dr. Seymour. He wanted to admit me, but Boone Hospital has become a rat hole. Thereâs no money for upkeep. You even have to bring your
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