Stupid Baby

Her mother continued reading the report.

“We don’t own a gun. Anyway you’d spend the rest of your life in jail.”

“Oh.” Louise slumped against the desk, feeling disappointed. Her mother suddenly glanced at her, quick and sharp.

“If I were going to kill a baby,” she said in a careful, deliberate voice. “I would smother it with a pillow. That way no one would ever know what had happened.”

Louise glanced at her mother with a great deal more interest.

“Really?”





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