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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 234 for a moment, and sucks contentedly. "Well. If I don't move my ass I'll miss my flight." Jenny lifts her suitcase. "Jenny, we'll miss you." Now she does cry. "I'll write every Christmas, and call if I'm drunk. Or pregnant. I really want another baby. I've missed out on so much." "I've loved having you here." She sits down beside me on the sofa, looking at the baby as if she wants to hold him again, her hands empty. "It's not easy to go." "It never is," I tell her. We sit, reluctant to say the last words. "Well. Wish me luck!" Jenny kisses me quickly, and then all the children. She hugs Mark, takes her suitcase, and is gone. The door closes with a soft thud. Two A.M. I wake out of a deep, drenched sleep. The telephone keeps ringing and ringing. "Jody!" Jenny's voice, ebullient. It has been three months |