THE BARREN WIFE HE SHAMED WAS NEVER THE PROBLEM
Her stuffed animal, I could see now, was a rabbit — well-worn, one ear floppier than the other, the kind of toy that had been loved extensively.
"Sometimes," I said, "a good thing happens after a long time of things being hard. And your body has been carrying the hard part for so long that when the good part finally arrives, it comes out as tears. Because you're making room."
June absorbed this with the gravity of someone receiving important information.
"Like when I cry at my birthday," she said.
"Exactly like that," I said.
June nodded, apparently satisfied. She held out the rabbit.
"This is Clarence," she said. "He helped Mama when she was sad. You can hold him if you want."
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