‘So what are you going to tell me?’ ‘Nothing!’ Julie said with indignation that was only partially feigned. ‘Oh, come on! At least tell me h...w many times!’ ‘Jesus, Ash!’ Julie protested. ‘I can’t talk about things like that!’ ‘Okay, don’t tell me,’ responded Ashlee. She turned her body three-quarters away from Julie and crossed her arms in a playful mimic of a pouting child. ‘I’ll just make it up in my head however I want to.’ She shot Julie a sly glance out of the corner of her eye before. Although as the doctor had said she could see nothing that resembled a baby, Tara retrieved this memento from the toilet. She put it into a freezer bag, planning to give her baby a burial perhaps in a pot where she could watch something grow in memory of the part of them that should have been. But six weeks later that freezer bag still sat like a silent reminder of her loss each time she opened those doors. Despite six weeks on anti-depressants and a couple of counselling sessions, Tara still. "Take off your blouse, please. Quickly."A shudder went through Cindy's whole body, but her fingers immediately went to the top button of her blouse. One by one, she undid them, having to pull her blouse free of the skirt to release the bottom two. Blushing crimson, she slowly slid the garment off her shoulders, and stood for long moments with it in her hands, uncertain whether to drop it or hold it. Finally, not receiving any further orders, she folded it and laid it across the back of her. Putting dirty ideas in your head between the breaks I take to take a nap here and there. You get excited when I tell you we just landed in Hawaii to refuel, telling you we have to come here together. I don't care if I have to get you drunk to get you on the plane, or to stuff you in a box and make you ride with the cargo, we're coming here together. I tell you I'm taking a nap, catch you when I wake up. A few hours later you hear from me again, along with a string of messages and pics from you.