She can?t see me from her prostatesupine position. I had avoided showing her the baby. Not like it was.She probably sensed something was wrong. The co...plete lack of anysort of cry made that obvious. I hoped I was doing the right thing. Iwanted her to hold a happy pink gurgling baby, not see flashes of alifeless blue one.But if she dies...Did I know what to do? Not really. I was relying on instinct morethan memory. Meg had done a session with us one morning onresuscitation of the newborn. But. I assumed her given name was Louise, though she never said, and Sal just called her Weezie. The lady cleaned up well. By the time we had arrived in Flagstaff she was dusty, dirty and sweaty, as were we all. Me, especially. The El Camino they were driving had air conditioning but the cooling systems in that 1970 vintage wagon had little chance against the 100 degree plus temperature of the southwest in July. However when she emerged from the bathroom showered, dressed and painted for an evening. The girls chatted and giggled together in the back of the cab for the short ride to their club of choice for the evening. Delia had assured her that there would be plenty of hot men there who would be more than willing to fill the void in Calli’s love life. She didn’t really care either way, a night out and away from her books was definitely needed she thought to herself. When they got to the club there was already a queue out the door so the girls waited. While they were waiting a group of. Frank’s birthday was approaching and this time the girls told him they would take care of everything something which made him a bit apprehensive. He trusted them, but he preferred to have an idea of what they were hatching up. Jackie was the distraction and since they didn’t tell her everything, he couldn’t figure out what they were planning. This worked because when he got home everything was set. The dinning room was dimly lit and the girls stood on one end of the table waiting. Emily.