Two people were lifted out of my body and shown to their father, and he looked at them, and he was photographed holding one of them by a midwife who thought she was doing a nice thing, and he sent those photographs to his mother, and his mother telephoned him.

All of it in my gap.

Every single thing that this story is about happened in a period of time that, as far as my own mind is concerned, does not exist.

Part Twenty-Four: Congratulations, Mom

The face I actually opened my eyes on belonged to a nurse.

“Well done, Mom,” she said, and she was smiling.

“You’ve got two gorgeous girls.

They’re both absolutely fine.”