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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 233 August eighth. Today we have another son. Seven pounds of pink flesh, a special kind of softness. Five little boys! He looks just like his brothers, but he is a totally new person, absolutely unique. In all the whole history of the world there has never been another like him. He is perfect and healthy. He nurses vigorously. We've named him Marc Ariel. Today I am like an apple - deep inside me, like a star of five dark seeds, there is a cool, sweet peace. Jennifer's suitcase is packed, her hair is done, her plane ticket to California is bought. All that remains is for her to go out the front door and down the stairs. All night we have talked about old things and new things in drowsy voices, until dawn. We smiled so much. The baby cries. Jenny picks him up gingerly and holds him against her. He cries again, hunting for a breast that will satisfy his hunger. She kisses his forehead, his waving fists, his feet. Her lips rest for a moment on his cheek. She looks as if she might cry as she brings him to me. I slip down one side of my blouse, giving him my breast. He quiets, roots around |