dying.â Tiny thrashed her legs around frantically on her bed, her arms waving wildly in the air as one contraction after another assaulted her body. Her thin nightgown clung to her body and was drenched in sweat.
âYou are not dying, sweetheart. Youâll get through this. Just take deep breaths until I get back,â Aunt Madge replied. âI have to run and get Miss Mandy.â Miss Mandy was an elderly midwife who had delivered many babies for the women in the community for over three decades.
Tiny watched helplessly as Aunt Madge rushed out the door. She needed her aunt to stay by her side, but she knew she had to get the midwife. They could not afford to go to the hospital.
Across town at the Falmouth Hospital, a dedicated Officer Gregg was with his wife who just also happened to be in labor. The same night that Tiny had told him she was pregnant, when he finally got home, his wife also informed him that she too was pregnant. However, where he had tried to kill his teenage mistress, he lifted his wife high into the air and squealed with happiness. That was very good news . . . unlike Tinyâs.
Now, months later, surrounded by her doctor, nurses, and her dedicated husband, Mrs. Gregg was getting ready to give birth to her first child.
Alone at home, Tiny whimpered in pain as another contraction hit. Her frightened eyes stared helplessly into the ceiling as she pleaded for God to take her out of her misery. âWoieee!â Tiny screamed again as she twisted and turned on the small bed, sweat pouring down her face. âI canât take this anymore. Aunt Madge!â
A few minutes later Aunt Madge burst through the door and rushed over to Tiny. Tears filled her eyes as she watched her niece bathe in anguish. Miss Mandy wobbled in after her and went straight to work.
After a few agonizing hours in the small semidark one-bedroom house, little Dupree came into the world at 10:30 p.m. on January 25th, 1979.
And around that same time, on January 25th, Anthony Gregg Jr. was born. There was a big celebration at the hospital by the proud father, the delighted grandparents, relatives, and friends of the newborn.
One mother was elated while the other was tormented. Was this a premonition into the lives of these two innocent children?
Chapter Five
âWaaaaah!â the baby yelled as she kicked her tiny legs in the air. âWaaaaaah!â
âTiny! Tiny!â Aunt Madge shouted from the outside kitchen. âThe baby is crying, chile.â
Tiny ignored her as she sat in the yard under the hibiscus trees, staring out into the bushes below the house.
âTiny, go and feed the baby.â Aunt Madgeâs voice traveled from the kitchen into the yard.
Tiny sucked her teeth loudly and rolled her eyes. With her arms folded around her tummy, she stretched out her legs and nestled her head against the bark of the tree.
Aunt Madge came out of the kitchen as the baby continued to cry and looked at Tiny. âGirl, donât you hear the baby crying?â Aunt Madge asked sternly. âShe is hungry and probably needs to be changed.â
Tiny continued staring mutely at the bushes without even glancing at her aunt. With a deep sigh, Aunt Madge shook her head and wiped her wet hands on the apron around her waist. Without another word, she turned around and walked up the steps, into the house to attend to the baby. This was fast becoming a regular practice.
It was five days since Baby Dupree was born, and Tiny hadnât touched the baby once. In fact, she totally ignored the child. Aunt Madge could not understand what was going on.
âI think she just needs some time to get used to being a mother,â Aunt Madge had said to her good friend, Mother Sassy, just the day before. âThis is a big adjustment for her.â
âHmmm, if you say so,â Mother Sassy had replied skeptically. âAs far as I can see, there is no bond between Tiny and that baby. She even refused
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