a baby girl,
two days old,
stuffed in a shoe box,
wrapped in newspapers,
tied with a heavy cord,
and left behind a tree to die.
what is this world coming to?
i always wanted a baby girl.
harv caught me sniffling over the pork chops.
there, there, vi, he said, patting my shoulder with his beefy hand.
there, there.
i wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.