…and Ellie groaned against the quickening contractions.
“It’s funny, right?” Barry said. “In labor on Labor Day.”
“Right,” Ellie said, “hilarious.” And it was funny, in its own predictable way.
But the hospital parking lot was full. The admissions desk drowned in scared and angry women, all suffering from violent wrenches of pain in their lower abdomens.
“It’s not possible,” Ellie heard the sweating receptionist say.
A doctor squeezed past and climbed on a table. “How many of you are actually pregnant?” His words quieted the crowd.
Only Ellie raised her hand.
“Okay, we’ll start with you.”