I go into the fridge and begin to raid it though, grabbing ham, cheese, bread and manionesse. Then grab two sodas and head back into the room and begin to make some sandwtichs.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
The doctor puts on ultrasound and does the thing with my stomach, looking for the embryo. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, him freezing as he looks at me, "I'm so sorry...but, I can't find it. I'm afraid..."
I tune everything else out and let myself break into tears.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
