We did a double shift yesterday–two hours at American Family Planning then another hour and half at Summit. It was a tormenting kind of morning. Everyone took our envelope, several people had lengthy conversations with us, in one case more than half an hour. They all went in, though. One of the fathers to whom I had talked came out again, just before I left, with his girlfriend on his arm. No recovery time for her. They walked slowly down the sidewalk, and as they passsed through a group of smokers from inside the abortuary, one of them exchanged a high five with the father of the dead baby.
Will I be there next week? Yes. And you?
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