My Husband Had a Vasectomy and Called Me a Liar

and a duck. “The rabbit’s the boy,” she said. “The duck’s the girl.”

“Why?”

“Because ducks are meaner. She’s gonna need that.”

I stood in the doorway and looked at the room. Two cribs. Two tiny sets of sheets. A nightlight shaped like a moon that Debbie found at a thrift store in Scranton.

My phone buzzed.

Mark again.

I turned it face down.

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