“Her daughter had left home to go away to college, and had been gone for one month, which was part of it. It occurred to her that a whole segment of her life had come to an end. Wow, she thought. So that was what it was like to raise a child. Then she thought: I guess I won’t be doing that again! Which was kind of disturbing, after she considered for a moment. She didn’t like to think of the things that—more than likely—she might have already done for the last time. She sat there at the open win...dow and stubbed out a cigarette into the dirt of a potted plant. It wouldn’t have been so weird if it hadn’t been for the fact that it seemed like many other women her age were just beginning—they all seemed to have babies and grade-school children—and they had spent their youth getting their careers under way, making lots of money and having fun and probably getting laid frequently as well. Now their skin had a rosy, post-maternal glow, and they spoke in gently therapeutic voices as they walked around carrying their babies in expensive papooses.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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