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She was born on a Sunday, in the upstairs of the house on Hickory, with the help of a woman who called herself a midwife. I know people don't have babies at home much anymore, but that's what I had wanted. I couldn't stand the thought of a whole group of doctors and nurses peering between my spread legs like it was some sort of geological dig. Plus, all the sterility and beeping and flat surfaces of a hospital give me shivers. I named her Evelyn. Evelyn Grace. She became the name beautifully. On her sweaty new head, curls pressed around her ears and around her forehead. They were dark and ...
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