![]() A small wooden packing crate sufficed for a coffin. The men, in total silence, made way for her. She stood up, shaking, then picked up the dead baby, careful to not let the spillage fall to the floor. “We know it weren’t easy, but it hadda be done,” he said. ![]() But then those same eyes strayed past her, to the table. ![]() Now more men peered into the room, long-faced, eyes chiseled in determination yet somehow feeling for her. A broth of chicken stock simmered on the stove.īut now the man’s eyes thinned in query. They’ll be back soon, she realized, gazing affrighted at the mantle clock. Of course, they’d want to see the baby’s body-they’d insist. She set the swaddled bundle on the heavy table. “It hadda be done, ya know that, don’t’cha?” The man’s eyes looked blank in their hardness. There could be no comfort here, no consolation. They’d heard her sobs, of course-but at least they’d stayed out of the room while she’d done it. ![]() She stove the baby’s head in with a cast-iron skillet. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This digital edition October 2010 © Necro Publications ![]()
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