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Bobby hadn't said much as he threaded the car ever so carefuHy through the heavy evening traffic. His face was sober and serious, and there was a solemnity about him that Sandra Dee had never seen before. Not even at their marriage.
They were nearing the hospital now. Only a few more minutes to go. And then. . . .
‘"You all right, honey?” Bobby asked. His tone suggested he had not the slightest idea of what the answer would be — what to expect.
Sandra smiled. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about a thing,” she said. She sounded reassuring.
“But,” Bobby said uncertainly, “you haven’t any — I mean — isn’t there some pain?”
Sandra closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat. She didn’t say anything.
Her normally slim, girlish figure was full and round with the expectancy of the new life that love — the love she and Bobby had shared — was creating. Soon now. This night.
“Sandra?” Bobby said softly. His eyes were straight ahead — on the traffic. “Sandra,” he asked again. “Does it — isn’t there — any pain at all?” The last two words spoken as though he could not believe them. Or any of this.
“Pain?” asked Sandra, with incredible casualness. “Of course there are pains. All kinds — Big pains, little pains. . . .”
But she was calm and even, revealing no sign of the prenatal spasms that were running through her body.
With deliberation she sat up. “But you don’t look — I mean act — like you’re having any pains,” said Bobby. “Other women, when I was a kid — the women in the block — they had terrible pains at a time like this. You could hear them.”
Sandra smiled at the side of her husband’s face. His eyes still refused to stray from their meticulous scrutiny of the street ahead. He had to be careful. Sandra looked down at herself and then back to her husband.
"I want you to remember something, darling.” she said. “Right now. What I’m going to say: I’m here with you. I love you. You love me. We are going to have a baby. Well have it before the sun rises. But I want you to know that at this moment I am so happy, so beautifully, wonderfully, gorgeously happy, that the pain doesn't matter. I feel it. but it doesn't matter.
“I guess that’s the only way I can show you how really happy I am to ( Continued on page 8)
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