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Downstairs  Dining Room 21 Phone This is where she stood when she took the call that November morning. “Mother,” I said from my hospital bed, “The baby is here!” “Who is this?” she asked, an edge to her voice. “Mother, it’s me. I’ve had the baby—” “Who? Who did you say is calling?” “Your daughter! Joey— he was born early this morning.” “All right. I have to go. Your daddy’s not doing well at all.” ...

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