Clara smiled and stepped back towards her seat.
“Poor little mite,” said a woman that Clara guessed was the same age as her. “A funny old world he’s coming into.”
Clara was glad the stranger didn’t say exactly what she was probably thinking. That it would be better if this child was not born at all.
“We must keep hopeful,” Clara said.
The woman tutted and looked away.
The broken window and the announcement that Selda’s baby was still alive had broken the ice. People began to talk. But it was still very warm in the carriage and the chatter made Clara feel drowsy. She was aware she was thirsty....
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