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when I say, “Maybe you could come back later, Mrs.<br />
Latanza, when Aunt Marty is finished.”<br />
“Oh, I will,” she says. “The whole town has been waiting<br />
for this.”<br />
With a wiggle of her fingers, Mrs. Latanza says goodbye<br />
and exits the same way she came in.<br />
“The nerve of that woman,” Mom says. “She thinks she<br />
owns this town.”<br />
“Yes, well—”<br />
“As if it’s my civic duty to maintain my home the way<br />
she’d like it to be! Who does she think sh—”<br />
“Mom!”<br />
Startled, Mom glares at me.<br />
“What about my birth?” I ask.<br />
“Oh, yes. Where was I?”<br />
I groan. “You were ready to tell me about your lie.”<br />
“I never lied to you, Ruthie. I just never told you the<br />
whole truth.”<br />
“MOM!”<br />
“Okay, okay.”<br />
Mom swallows. I try to, but my mouth is spitless.<br />
“I said I was alone that day,” Mom begins. “I wasn’t.”<br />
“My father was there?”<br />
“No. Martha was.”<br />
The electric current now shoots down my legs.<br />
“Your aunt was my birthing coach,” Mom continues.<br />
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