One of our neighbours lost her daughter last week. (All of a sudden her house was packed, and I thought 'Ooh, family reunion. Fun!' Argh.)
The daughter was pregnant, and on Saturday afternoon she watched my housemates and I leave for a baby shower, carrying pastel packages and a bag that said 'Baby' on it; I swallowed bile as we pulled away.
This evening I took over some brownies. She said 'Thank you, baby' and I... muttered that they were still hot and to be careful. Honestly, what is there to say?
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