Beggar “When I was younger and Kylie was born, my mamma went into early labour, she was already pushing forty. Kylie’s father was worried about his baby and I was there just worrying about my mamma. A doctor walked out, it was only good news, today I can’t say the same Beggar. Your baby didn’t make it.” “Did you wait for the good news?” “Yeah, I waited a long time.” I nod my head and for the first time in a long time I scramble backwards, knees to chest, hair falling over my face, hands on my toes. Head to my knees but it doesn’t touch, it mustn’t. Killer leaves me alone after delivering me the news. Shouldn’t say I am surprised my baby didn’t make it. Lives been throwing me dry lemons since before I was born. It made sure that I had no way of making lemonade too. I can smell, and sense him before he even walks through that door. The fact that he does is a shocker. I have been here for two days. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I say as my hair hides my face. I once
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