“Eleven days.”

“Yes.”

And Coral Pike said, “Is she all right? Is she healthy?”

I stood there in a corridor with a paper cup of terrible coffee, and I had a decision to make in about one second, and I would like to tell you I made it out of goodness.

I didn’t. I made it because I have been that woman.

“She’s healthy,” I said. “She’s crawling. She has a rabbit with one ear she won’t sleep without.”