Proportion and Pacing: C.A. Simonson

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“Baby boy’s jumpy today, huh?”

“Boy? You’re so sure, are you?” she smiled.

“I can hope. Well, supper smells delicious, Sweets. Sure glad I won the bet when I got you.” He winked.

Dol gave Ben a little push and giggled. “Benny Ryan! I’m surprised you’d think of that now,” she laughed. “You always know how to cheer me up. Go relax now. Supper is almost ready. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Ben turned to leave the room when he heard Dol gasp for breath. He whirled around in time to catch her before she sunk to the floor.

“Dol!” Alarm sounded in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Dol grasped her belly as another searing pain coursed through her body. “The baby…Benny. Help…” she gasped again, “it’s…too…soon.” She started to sob.

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