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on an angle
Such a silly woman. I just
had to change my dress before he drove baby-and-me to the hospital. As if
maternity nurses never saw hemorrhaging
or a bloody
skirt. "I'll be right back, Dear," I promised, as I stepped off
the curb and hurried to the house. Never said how dizzy I felt.
Such a silly
man. Herbert did a little eye-roll, but didn't argue with a
woman going into labor. When I collapsed onto the street behind our old
car, he saw
that gray Buick sedan passing by--with the license number he got almost
right--and thought "hit-'n'-run." Over and over, he yelled "Call
911! Call 911!" to everyone, and no one, his tears wetting my face.
Silly police. Hours of
roadblocks and interviews. On the tv news, neighbors are outraged over a "black
driver" who would knock down a full-term,
pregnant woman and keep on going. All the neighbors say I was "a
very nice woman."
Silly Medical Examiner.
It took him a day to figure it out. "The cause
of death was not consistent with injuries being struck by a motor vehicle," said
Amsterdam Chief Thomas Brownall. I fell backwards at the same time
the vehicle was going by. "Fell backwards, struck her head and
died of those injuries."
Such a silly mother: They
did a C-section, but my baby was dead. They examined the gray car and it
never hit any
body. When I got to the
clothes had more rusty splotches. I can hear my mother wailing in
Uganda. Such a
midnight fire alarm–
the wedding album
Based on a true story: "Amsterdam Woman's Death Not
Caused by Hit and Run," WNYT.com, Albany, NY, May 27, 2006]