Three Thousand Pear Blossoms Falling

Everyone at the hospital knew Mrs. Harding had a hearing impairment, that she could barely manage a conversation even with her hearing aid. So when Eugene slid that woman's prenatal exam sheet across to me, I stared at the name on it for a long time. "Lena, this is my child with Dr. Henson." His voice was soft, like he was informing a stranger who had nothing to do with any of it.