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nurses or a doctor to guide her through the pregnancy,
she had no idea what to expect when her water broke.
    The lack of knowledge threw her into a panic. And when her
contractions started, she began wailing aloud in pain, waking Mona,
who slept in the same room along with Emily, her youngest child.
    Mona sat up in bed. "Be quiet!" she commanded. "Stop that horrible
noise. You'll wake the dead."
    "I... I think my baby's coming," Lucy stammered, frightened and
confused.
    "You can't have it now," Mona said, as if her very words would
stop the baby from entering the world. "Dashell's gone into town. He
won't be back till morning."
    "Then you must get me to a doctor," Lucy gasped, as another
contraction swept over her with an intensity the like of which she'd
never felt before.
    She screamed, feeling as if her whole body was being torn
apart.
    "Can't," Mona said flatly. "Dashell took the truck."
    Olive came bustling into the room, tying her bathrobe, a grim
expression on her plain face. "Bite on this," she said
matter-of-factly, thrusting one of Dashell's leather belts at her
young cousin. "And for the love of God stay quiet, yoiyre frightening
the children."
    "Please ...," Lucy whispered, unbearable pain sweeping over her.
"You ... you have to get me to a doctor."
    "You'll be fine," Olive said, stripping off the bedcovers while
Mona shepherded little Emily from the room.
    "You're not the first woman to have a baby."
    " Pleasel " Lucy begged. "I... need... a doctor!" "Open your
legs an' push," Olive said sternly. "And stop making such a god-awful
fuss."
    * * *
    Baby Dani was born twenty-five minutes later. Her mother bled to
death.
Michael—1960
    "How old are you?" the girl asked.
    She was nineteen, Michael knew that for a fact. Nineteen,
with big breasts, teased black hair, and the faint shadow of a
mustache. Her name was Polly, and she lived a few blocks away. He'd
made it his business to find out everything he could about her
because he thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.
    "Eighteen," he lied. Actually he was fifteen, but he looked much
older and was confident that he could get away with the lie.
    "Yeah?" she said, not quite convinced.
    "Yeah," he confirmed, blinking rapidly—long, thick eyelashes
curling over deep green eyes.
    "Hmm...," Polly said, checking him out with an appraising stare.
He might not be eighteen, but he was certainly the best-looking hunk
of flesh she'd ever encountered. Her sometime boyfriend,
Cyril, didn't come close.
    "So you're really eighteen, then?" she said, convincing
herself.
    "Sure," he answered confidently, adding a cocky "Why? You think I
look older?"
    They were standing on the street corner outside her girlfriend
Sandi's apartment. Sandi had thrown herself a birthday party. Michael
had heard about it and promptly crashed. Nobody had questioned his
presence, so after a while he'd started making a move toward Polly.
When she left the party he was right behind her.
    The sound of Elvis Presley singing "Are You Lonesome Tonight" came
drifting down from Sandi's apartment— maybe it was a sign.
    "So...," he ventured. "Wanna get an ice cream?"
    "Ice cream!" she snorted derisively, turning up her nose.
" You're not eighteen."
    Actions spoke louder than words. Grabbing her by the arm, he
pinned her up against the side of the building and began kissing
her—shoving his tongue down her throat.
    She started to push him off.
    He wasn't giving up so easily. Working on instinct, he quickly
went for her big breasts, fingering her nipples the way he'd seen
some ugly guy do it in a porno movie he'd watched with a bunch of his
pals.
    Bingo ! She stopped struggling and gave a little moan.
    He felt an erection grow in his pants, and prayed to God that
tonight he'd have somewhere to put it. Somewhere, anywhere—he
was tired of his hand, and Grandma Lani lurking outside the bathroom
door, yelling, "What're you doin' in there? It better not be anythin'
dirty or I'll smack you silly."
    He pressed his