Again she could only cry in despair of her young family'splight.I stood up straighter, my heart warming as it had not been before."You'll come with me.....you can't spend Christmas alone in a shelter." My kids..." She wiped her tears as I took the carrier from her, thediaper bag slung over a shoulder and the boy firmly in my arms.I motioned toward my car and began to walk us all in that direction,"It'll be okay, you'll see," I said smiling, trying to reassure her inher desperate need."I can't. .. and very peaceful. I tell you all, the great people ... very greatest people of the United States ... go out and fill your bowls with happiness and have a puff with me. It’s all good.”I tossed the paper aside shortly after it landed on my desk. I’d been up all night after the spectacular fireworks in the sky and we’d brought out a special edition at ten this morning after the first edition at five-thirty. I’d been tuned in remotely to the President’s address, so I knew what he had said. I. Abruptly a sound from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a deep in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the dress but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him unload hot semen on her face.“Sorry.” Brandon was. You’re not just pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen. You’re pregnant and giving birth in the kitchen. How does it feel?”“It hurts!” I scream and bear down again with all my might. “Oh god, please help me! Ahhhhggggggghhhhhhhnnnnnn! Ohhhhhhhh! Oh god I don’t wanna do this, I don’t wanna have a baby.”“Too late now. You’re the one who spread your legs. That’s what you get for being a whore and a bitch.”I can’t even say anything back, I’m screaming as I push with all my might. I’m sobbing, too,.