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Show 7/2- kU a monopoly on the healing a r t s . Then how will they charge *v, ir fat obstetrics fees and outrageous hosspital bills T^can turn to a doctor who won't financially punish 7 them for bearing children." "How much do you charge, Daddy?" "A hundred dollars. Some of the mothers want me to raise my. fee to $150. I just might do it, too. I'm trying to get out of the baby business. These late hours are too much for an old man. And these' babies - they insist on being born at night!" "You? Get out of the baby business? You'll never do it, Daddy. You're addicted." I grinned. "And as for your being old.... I wish I had half your energy." He **£** $ *""*'?• -_ -One hundred dollars," I mused. "Janelle cost „,-,^ •* Thpn I wished two thousand. Thank goodness for insurance. Then I hadn't spoken, for a shadow passed over his face. So it had bothered him that I hadn't asked that he deliver my o o little dart, bringing sweet pain, children. The knowledge was a little aax I., sorry, I wanted to say. I wanted it to be otherwise, Daddy, instead, I said. "When I was little and babies " ^ b 0 ^ _ Mama's room I used to watoh through the eraox in the door v,+ and curious, yes, I did. I guess I was born impertinent - Mir riortor was You were so kind and gentle with the women. My uo hnd no respect ta.so.ue. 1 thin* he's in it for the money. He for life, no appreoiation for the miraole of birth. , , k.„v I sounded line My eyes widened as my words eohoed baoK. an updated version of him. inTolUntarily His stoney expression had oraofced i 1 1 . . "I delivered „y first great-grandchild |