have you had that baby yet?

I knew the time would come, and to be honest I sort of fealt that it would be with the person that it happened with (among others). One of our vendors at the airport is this catty woman named Cathy; Chatty Cathy. She's a bit wound up: a kind person, but a real sticky beak.

Anyhow, I haven't seen her around since I've been back. Today, as I was running from here or there, and actually working on something, I almost bumped completely into her. We stopped, looked each other in the eyes and she asks: "saaaaaay, haaave you had that bay-bee yet?"

"Um, well, our son died and well, it's strange, but I really have to run, really, someone is waiting on me - I'll catch you later."

She looked at me, looked at the ground, looked at me again, hugged me, and not knowing what to say: "ohhh, i'm sorry, you can have another one - I know you can. Good luck."