Ruthie was next. Ruth was the child who most closely resembled Affinity
and pain arose fresh and searing in her chest as she peered at her
daughter. For a moment, her image was blurred until the tears made their
tracks down her cheeks, dropping with an audible plop onto the hideous
stainless steel table that held her child.
Ruth was a funny child. Upon her birth, she was placed on Affinity's soft belly.
She looked for all the world like a furry Buddha and the disappointed look
she gave her mother both amused and pained Affinity. Affinity teased Ruth
about it from time to time but Ruth had not yet reached the age where she
could appreciate the irony of a newly born babe with such a disgruntled
response to her mother.