Wednesday, June 06, 2007


I paced more nervously than I can remember. Back and forth looking at bright colored baubles for adolescent girls. I took a deep breath waiting for the inevitable. Wishing it was over and we were in the car on the way home.

Then the inevitable came.

A shrill screaming cry that leads to a cough and more crying. And almost as soon as it began it was over.

Definite relief.

I paid the woman and got the bag containing the proper care products. Then I took my grandaughter from her mother and told her it was okay while examining the tiny stainless steel post in each of her tiny ears.

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