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saw my father's haggard face, heard him say hoarsely, "Keep fighting, Kit. . . . Please God, let her keep fighting."
Everything seemed dim and far away. All I wanted was Bob. If only I could hold tight to his hand, know that he was all right. . . . From a great distance I heard a nurse say, "It's too bad. He would have been a beautiful baby. Look how well-shaped his little head is."
Would have been. . . .
My baby was dead. I had lost Bob's son. Perhaps I had lost Bob too. I went down in a great gulf of blackness then from which there seemed little chance of my returning.
Later, when I drifted slowly and painfully back to consciousness, I learned there had been an emergency operation to save my life. Mine had been saved, but I would never, as long as I lived, be able to give life to others. "Why did you do it?" I asked the doctor bitterly. "It would have been so much better to let me go."
Dr. Watson patted my hand. "Kit, I've known you since you were just a little tyke. D'you think I wouldn't do my best to save you for that goodlooking flying husband of yours? He'll be coming back soon, too. Things have been happening in Europe since you were taken sick. The war is over in that section."
"Over?" I asked weakly.
"That's right, Kit. And Bob probably will be home before the summer is over. ... I don't want you to be getting any crazy notions, either. This is not going to make any difference between the two of you. Kids mean more to a woman than to a man anyhow. All Bob wants is you."
He was trying to be kind, but he didn't understand. None of them did. I kept hearing Bob's words as I lay in his arms there in the soft darkness of the shack: "A youngster of our own, darling! . . . Maybe it's because I was so alone as a kid, but I've dreamed of having a son ... of taking him fishing, and to the circus ... of watching his eyes pop at Christmas time. You know — all the little things that add up to a swell family life. . . . Oh sweetheart, if you knew what this means to me!"
No, I was not going to deny Bob that happiness. He was not going to be bound to an empty shell of a girl who
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