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"content": "\u003cp>\u003cem>Michael Chabon sets his sprawling new novel, \u003c/em>Telegraph Avenue,\u003cem> in his adopted home of Berkeley, Calif., and its grittier southern neighbor, Oakland. With its multiracial, multigenerational cast of jazz musicians, former blaxploitation stars, midwives, gay teens and Black Panthers-turned-politicians, the book both celebrates and gently sends up the countercultural norms and complex racial politics of East Bay life. The plot nominally revolves around Archy Stallings’ and Nat Jaffe’s efforts to save their used-record store (located on the eponymous Telegraph Avenue), which is threatened when a black football legend and entrepreneur makes plans to locate a media megastore in the neighborhood. This exclusive excerpt finds Nat’s wife, Aviva — “the Alice Waters of midwives” — presiding over a home birth with her business partner, Archy’s wife, Gwen. The episode is part of a very long day for Gwen, who has just caught Archy with another woman. Telegraph Avenue will be published Sept. 11.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003chr>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\u003ch6>PARENTS’ ADVISORY: This excerpt contains adult content and language that some readers may find offensive.\u003cem> \u003c/em>\u003c/h6>\n\n\u003chr>\n\u003cp>“Hello?” Gwen called, letting herself in the front door. A small black Buddha greeted her from a low table by the front door, where it kept company with a photograph of Lydia Frankenthaler, the producer of an Oscar-winning documentary film about the neglected plight of lesbians in Nazi Germany; Lydia’s partner, Garth; and Lydia’s daughter from her first marriage, a child whose father was black and whose name Gwen had forgotten. It was a Chinese Buddha, the kind that was supposed to pull in money and luck, jolly, babyfaced, and potbellied, reminding Gwen of her darling husband apart from the signal difference that you could rub the continental expanse of Archy Stallings’s abdomen for a very long time without attracting any flow of money in your direction. “Somebody having a baby around here?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“In here, Gwen,” Aviva said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lydia and Garth, a lawyer for the poor, were having their baby in their living room. It was a large room with a vaulted ceiling and nothing between it and the canyon but a wall of solid glass. The girl — Arabia, Alabama, she had a geographical name — sat marveling blankly at the spectacle of her naked mother reposed like an abstract chunk of marble sculpture in the center of the room. Against her legs the girl held a rectangle of cardstock to which she had pasted the three pages of her mother’s birth plan, decorating the borders in four colors of marker with flowers and vines and a happy-looking fetus labeled BELLA. Two low sofas had been pushed to the sides of the room to make space for a wide flat sandwich crafted from a tatami mat, a slab of egg-carton foam rubber, and a shower curtain decorated with a giant self-portrait of Frida Kahlo. Garth, a small-boned, thin-shanked man with a red beard and red stubble on his head, lay sleeping on the improvised bed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m at nine!” said Lydia by way of greeting, adding whatever comment was provided by her spread, furryish butt cheeks and the backs of her legs as she bent over in the downward-facing-dog position to grab two handfuls of floor. “A hundred percent effaced.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’ve been trying to persuade her to try a little push,” said Aviva. She tilted back on her haunches, down on the floor beside Lydia, studying the looming pale elderly secundigravida. Disapproving of the woman, but only Gwen would have caught it, the lips pursed to the left as if with holding a kiss. Barefoot in a loose cotton shift over black ripstop pedal pushers, the roiling surf of her black hair, with its silver eddies, pulled back and tied in a sloppy bun. Stubble showing blue against her luminous shins. Toenails painted a deep cocoa red like the skin of Archy’s Queen of Sheba. “But all Mom wants to do is goof around like that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I don’t want to push,” Lydia said. A string of pain drew and cinched her voice, a yogic voice, inverted and tied carefully to the rhythm of her breathing. “Is it okay, Gwen? Can’t I just stay this way for a little while longer? It feels a lot better.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>If Aviva said it was time to try a little push, then it was, in Gwen’s view, time to try a little push. You did not get to be the Alice Waters of Midwives by leaving your gratins in the oven too long.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Well, you’ve got gravity working for you,” Gwen tried, less inclined than her partner to patience or politeness but good for at least one go-round with an upside-down naked lady in labor. “But if anybody ever pushed out a baby in that jackknife thing you’ve got working right there, Lydia, then I never heard about it.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It could be interesting,” Aviva said. “Now that you mention it. Maybe you should give it a try.” The words were humorous, but her tone continued to be critical, at least to Gwen’s ear.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Let me just wash my hands and whatnot, and then I’ll fire up my Doppler and see what’s happening in there,” Gwen said, dropping her bag on a black leather armchair. “Hi, honey.” \u003cem>Arcadia\u003c/em>. “What do you think of all this, Miss Arcadia?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The girl shrugged, eyes wide and teary but not despairing. Without cant or reference to the threefold moon goddess or other such nonsense, it was a deep and solemn business that they were about in this room, and nobody was going to feel that, in all its fathomlessness, like a kid. Certainly not old Garth over there, sacked out with one toe poking out of his left sock and sleep working the bellows of his skinny frame.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Kind of gross,” the girl said, hoisting the birth plan higher as if to shield herself from the grossness of it. Article Seven requested that the umbilical cord not be cut until the placenta had ceased to pump. Article Twelve was some kind of nonsense about the use of artificial light. Gwen was not one to disrespect a well-made birth plan, but there were always wishful thinking and juju involved, and when things went the way they were going to go, as they must, many plans took on a retrospective air of foolishness. “No offense, Mom.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You don’t.” The string cinching tighter. “Have to. Watch it, baby. I told you — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I want to stay.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Gross can be interesting,” Gwen said. “Huh?” Arcadia nodded.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lydia lowered her hips and sank to her knees, giving way like a sand castle, and on all fours she rested, head hung, eyes closed, as if about to pantomime some animal behavior. “I’m going to push now,” she announced. In the same stewardessy voice, she added, “Everyone please shut up.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her tone was wrong and startling, like a struck wineglass with a secret flaw, and at once Garth sat up and gaped at Gwen, blinking, wiping his lips with his sleeve. “What’s wrong?” he said. His eyes came unstuck from Gwen’s, and he looked around, kicking up from the deep-sea trench of a dream, looking for his new baby, finding his wife, who was seeing nothing at all.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Everything’s fine, sweetie,” Aviva said. “Only we’re going to need Frida Kahlo.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen went into the kitchen to drink a glass of water and, in the name of asepsis if not pride, eradicate every last whiff of Elsabet Getachew from her hands. \u003cem>No excuse for you — \u003c/em>that was sterling dialogue. She strangled the renascent memory of her shame with a pair of latex-free gloves. When she came back into the living room, she saw that Frida Kahlo had been veiled with an orange bath towel. Lydia lay on her back, propped up on an old plaid bolster, pale abdomen shot like an eyeball with capillaries, making a new kind of low growling sound that built slowly to an energetic whoop and flowered in a burst of foul language that made everybody laugh.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Good one,” Aviva said. “Good one.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Though Aviva had caught a thousand babies with hands that were steady and adept, now that it was time, she deferred to her partner, to the virtuoso hands of Gwen Shanks, freaky-big, fluid as a couple of tide-pool dwellers, cabled like the Golden Gate Bridge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As Aviva gave way to Gwen, she tried by means of her powerfully signifying eyebrows to communicate that she felt something in this situation to be amiss, something not provided for in the birth plan, which lay sagging and looped onto itself under the little girl’s chair. Aviva’s apparent psychic ability to know in advance when something might go wrong, especially in the context of a birth, was not merely the statistical fruit of an abiding pessimism. Skeptic that she was, Gwen had seen Aviva make unlikely but correct predictions of disaster too many times to discount. Gwen frowned, trying to see or feel what Aviva had detected, coming up short. By the time she turned to Lydia, every trace of the frown had been blown away.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Okay,” she said, “let’s see what little old Miss Bella is up to.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen lowered herself by inches and prayers to the floor and, when she arrived, saw that the inner labia of Lydia Frankenthaler had conformed themselves into a fiery circle. A smear of fluid and hair presented its credentials at this checkpoint, advance man for the imminently arriving ambassadress from afar.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You’re working fast now,” Gwen said. “You’re crowning. Here we go. Oh my goodness.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Lydia, honey, remember how you said you really didn’t want to push,” Aviva said, climbing in alongside Gwen, “well, now I would actually like you to stop. Stop pushing. Just let her — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Coming fast,” Gwen said. “Look out.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>There was a ripple of liquid and skin, then with a vaginal sigh, the little girl squirted face-up into Gwen’s wide hands. The small eyes were open, nebular, and dull, but in the instant before she cried out, they ignited, and the child seemed to regard Gwen Shanks. The air was filled with a hot smell between sex and butchery. The father said “\u003cem>oh\u003c/em>” and pressed in beside Gwen to take the sticky baby as she passed it to him. Arcadia hung back, aghast and thrilling to the redness of the birth and the life kindling in her father’s hands. They wrapped the baby loosely in a candy-striped blanket, and as Aviva stroked Lydia’s hair and helped to raise her head, Garth and Arcadia made the necessary introductions of mother and baby and breast. That left Gwen, crouched at the other end of the silvery umbilicus, to observe the heavy flow of blood that seeped from Lydia’s vagina in a slow pulsation, like water from a saturated sponge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>It required all of Gwen’s training and innate gift for minimization of disaster not to pronounce the fatal syllables “\u003cem>Ho, shit.\u003c/em>” But Aviva caught something in her face or shoulders, and when Gwen looked up from the pulsing blood that had begun to pool in a red half-dollar on the shower curtain, her partner was already on her way around to have a look. Aviva hunched down behind Gwen, an umpire leaning in on a catcher’s shoulder to get a better look at the ball as it came down the pike. She smelled of lemon peel and armpit in a way that barely registered with Gwen by now except as a steadying presence. They settled in to wait for the placenta. The soft click-click of the baby’s nursing marked the passing of several minutes. Aviva reached down and gave a gentle tug on the umbilical cord. She frowned. She made a humming sound deep in her throat and then said, “Hmm.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her tone pierced the bubble of family happiness up by Lydia’s head. Garth looked up sharply. “Is it all right?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen ripped back the Velcro straps of her hypodermic kit, unrolled it, and felt around with her left hand for the vial of Pitocin.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Right now,” Aviva said, “the placenta is feeling a little shy, so we just all want to really encourage the uterus to do some contracting for us. Lydia, you just keep right on nursing her, that’s the very best thing you can do. How’s that coming?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“She went right on!” Lydia cried. Everything was wonderful in the world where she had taken up residence. “Great latch. Sucking away.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Good,” Gwen said, practicing the business of syringe and vial in a mindful series of ritual taps, sinking the vial onto the shaft of the needle, reading the tale of liquid and graduation. “Keep it up. And just to make sure it all gets nice and tight and contracted in there, we’re going to give you a little Pitocin.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“What’s the deal?” said Garth. He craned forward to see what was happening between his wife’s legs. There was not, say, an ocean of blood, but there was more than enough to shock an innocent new father awash in a postpartum hormonal bath of trust in the world’s goodness. “Oh, goddammit. Did you guys fuck something up?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He swore stiffly but with a sincere fury that took Gwen by surprise. She had pegged him as the gently feckless type of Berkeley white guy, drawstring pants and Teva sandals worn over hiking socks, sworn to a life of uxorial supportiveness the way some monks were sworn to the work of silence. Gwen didn’t know that Garth and Lydia had quarreled repeatedly over the idea of home birth, that Garth had viewed Lydia’s insistence on having their baby at home as the latest in a string of reckless and unnecessarily showy acts of counterconventionality that included refusing, to date, three separate proposals of marriage from Garth. Garth believed in hospitals and vaccines and government sanctioned monogamy and had absorbed from his poor black and Latino clients powerful notions of the sovereignty of bad luck and death. He had suffered no ill fortune throughout the length of a tranquil, comfortable, and fulfilling life and so at any moment anticipated — even felt that he deserved — the swift equalizing backhand of universal misfortune.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s okay, Dad,” Gwen said. “It’s going to be okay.” “Yeah?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, yeah.” She laid it on, but only because she could do so in good conscience. This kind of hemorrhaging was not unusual; the Pitocin would kick in momentarily, the uterus would contract, the mysterious bundle of the placenta, that doomed and transient organ, would complete its brief sojourn, and that would be that.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I mean, well,” Garth said. He appeared to consider and decide against speaking the words that had entered his mind, so as not to cause alarm, then said them any way: “It’s just that it looks kind of bad.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen’s eyes snapped onto the little girl, but Arcadia seemed to have decided not to know anything except the baby sucking at her mother’s left breast and the feel of her mother’s hand in hers.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“That’s mostly just lochia,” Gwen said. “Lining, mucus, all that good stuff. It’s normal.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Mostly,” Garth repeated, his tone both flat and accusatory.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“How about you run get us some towels, Dad,” Aviva suggested. “And lots of them.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Towels,” Garth repeated, clinging to the rope of his desire to be useful.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Definitely,” Gwen said. “Go on, honey. Go on and get us like every damn towel you got. Also, yeah, some sanitary pads.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen had a more than adequate supply of pads in her bag, but she wanted to give him a concrete mystery to grow entangled in, hoping that might keep him busy for a few minutes. Whenever she asked Archy to bring her a Tampax, he always got this look on his face, somewhere between intimidation, as by an advanced concept of cosmic theory, and dread, as if mere contact with a tampon might cause him spontaneously to grow a vagina.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Garth went away muttering, “Towels and sanitary pads.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Aviva called Aryeh Bernstein. “Sorry to bother you,” she said. She gave him the essentials, then listened to what their backup OB had to say about Lydia Frankenthaler’s placenta. “We did. Yep. Okay. All right, thanks, Aryeh. I hope I won’t have to.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“What did he say?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“He said more Pitocin and massage.” “On it,” Gwen said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As Aviva prepped another push, Gwen laid her hands on Lydia’s belly and felt, blindly and surely, for the hard shuddering uterus. She sank her fingers into the crepey flesh of Lydia’s abdomen and kneaded with dispassion and no more tenderness than a baker. She disbelieved in the mystical power of visualization according to strictures of her 97 percent rule, but that did not prevent her from imagining with every flexion of her fingers that Lydia’s womb was clenching, sealing itself up, condensing like a lump of coal in Superman’s fist to a hard bright healthy diamond.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>They heard cabinets slamming in a bathroom somewhere with a panicked air of comedy, and then a glass broke, and the girl jumped. It was not impossible that Gwen jumped, too. Aviva held steady, guiding the second needle into Lydia’s vein.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Hey, there, Arcadia,” Gwen said. “How you doing?” “Good.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You got a nice strong grip on your mom’s hand, there?” The girl nodded, slow and watchful. Gwen winced at the false tone of cheeriness she could hear creeping into her voice. “Know what I’m doing? I’m massaging your mom’s uterus. Now, I know you know what a uterus is.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Yes.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Duh. Of course you do, smart as you are.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, uh, Gwen, um,” Lydia said, and she sank back deeper against the plaid bolster, her head lolling like a flower on a broken stem. Her left arm with the baby curled in its crook subsided, and there was a loud smack as the small mouth popped loose. “Oh, man, you guys, I don’t know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Any change?” Aviva said. “Some.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen tried not to look at her partner as Aviva went over to her flight bag, a gaudy pleather thing blazoned with the obscurely ironic legend sulaco, and broke out the bags, barbs, and tubing of an IV kit. Gwen crouched, up to her elbows in the dough of the woman’s life, knowing that everything was going to be all right, that it was a matter of hormones and massage and a husband judiciously sent to find Kotex and bath towels. She also knew that she suffered from or had been blessed with a kind of reverse clairvoyance, the natural counterpart to her partner’s predictive pessimism. Gwen was resistant to if not proof against clear signs of danger or failure. Not because she was an optimist (not at all) but because she took failure, any failure, whether her own or the universe’s, so personally. If a bridge gave way outside of Bangalore, India, and a bus full of children plunged to their deaths, Gwen felt an atom sized but detectable blip of culpability. She had been taught firmly that you could not take credit for success if you were unprepared to accept blame for failure, and one useful expedient she had evolved over the years for avoiding having to do the latter was to refuse — not consciously so much as through a reflexive stubbornness — to acknowledge even the possibility of failure. And that was what she would have to accept if she looked up from her wildly bread-making hands and saw Aviva, with that grim measuring gaze of hers, holding up the bag of intravenous saline to catch the sunshine, her mouth drawn into a thin defeated line.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t fall asleep, Mommy,” Arcadia said. “Here comes Daddy with the towels.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>***\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen hurried along the corridor, bleeding from a fresh cut on her left cheek, trussing her belly with one arm, trying to keep up with Aviva, who was trying to keep up with the single-masted gurney on which Lydia Frankenthaler was being sailed toward one of the emergency room ORs by a crew of two nurses and the EMT who had accidentally slammed the ambulance door on Gwen’s face. The EMT hit the doors ass-first and banged on through, and the nurse who was not steering the IV pole turned and faced down the midwives as the doors swung shut behind her. She was about Gwen’s age, midthirties, a skinny ash eyed blonde with her hair in a rubberband ponytail, wearing scrubs patterned with the logo of the Oakland A’s. “I’m really sorry,” she said. She looked very faintly sorry. “You’ll have to wait out here.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This was a sentence being passed on them, a condemnation and a banishment, but at first Aviva seemed not to catch on, or rather, she pretended not to catch on. As the Alice Waters of Midwives, she had been contending successfully and in frustration with hospitals for a long time, and though, by nature, she was one of the most candid and forthright people Gwen had ever known, if you sent her into battle with another nurse, an intake clerk, or most of all an OB, she revealed her self to be skilled in every manner of wheedlings and wiles. It was a skill that was called upon to one degree or another almost every time they went up against hospitals and insurance companies, and Gwen relied upon and was grateful to Aviva for shouldering the politics of the job so ably. She envied the way it seemed to cost Aviva nothing to eat shit, kiss up, make nice. Catching babies was the only thing Aviva cared about, and she would surrender anything except her spotless record for catching them safe and sound. She had, Gwen felt, that luxury.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, no, of course, we’ll wait,” Aviva said in a chipper voice. She made a great show of gazing down at herself, at her white shirt with its chart of blood islands, at the chipped polish on her big toenail. With the same partly feigned air of disapproval, she surveyed Gwen’s cheek, her played-out saggy-kneed CP Shades. Then Aviva nodded, granting with a smile the whole vibe of dirt and disorder that the partners were giving off. “But after we clean up and scrub in, right? then it’s no problem, right” — leaning in to read the nurse’s badge — “Kirsten? If you want to check with Dr. Bernstein, I’m sure …”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen could see the nurse trying to determine whose responsibility it was in this situation to be the Asshole, which was of course the purpose of Aviva’s gambit. Sometimes that awful responsibility turned out to be endlessly deferrable, and other times you got lucky and ended up in the hands of someone too tired or busy to give a damn.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Bernstein’s stuck in traffic,” Kirsten said. “The attending’s Dr. Lazar. I’ll check with him. In the meantime, why don’t you two ladies go ahead and have a seat.” She told Gwen, “You’re going to want to have a seat.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>You have a seat, bitch. That’s my patient maybe bleeding to death in there.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, thank you,” Gwen said. “I prefer to stand.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her relations toward authority, toward its wielders and tools, were — had to be — more complicated than her partner’s. She could not as blithely subordinate her pride and self-respect to the dictates of hospital politics, distill her practice of midwifery, the way Aviva did, to the fundamental business of the Catch. But Gwen knew, the way a violinist knew tonewood, how to work it. She had grown up in a family of doctors, lawyers, teachers, cops. For many years her father was an assistant district attorney for the city of Washington, D.C., and then a lawyer for the Justice Department. Both of her mother’s sisters were nurses. Her uncle Louis had been a D.C. patrolman and plainclothesman and was now the chief of security for Howard University, and her brother, Ernest, ran a lab at George Mason. To the extent that Gwen had been hassled in her life by representatives of the white establishment, she had been trained to get the better of the situation without compromising herself, some times by dropping a name, sometimes by showing a respect that she genuinely felt or could at least remember how to simulate. Mostly by letting the doc or the officer feel that she understood how it was to be on the job.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“But truly, thank you, Kirsten,” Gwen added, reaching for chipper like a note that was just beyond her range. “We really appreciate your taking the time. We know how busy you are.” She smiled. “And maybe I will sit down a minute, at that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As though doing Kirsten a favor, Gwen lowered herself into one of the plastic chairs bolted to a nearby wall.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Definitely want to have somebody look at that cheek,” the nurse said, her brittle tone expressing solicitude for the cheek less, Gwen thought, than for her own worn-out, urban-population-serving self.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, thank you so much for your concern,” Gwen said. Struggling a little harder, knowing from the way Aviva was looking at her, that she was starting, in Aviva’s phrase, to \u003cem>leak\u003c/em>. “Now, please, honey, go ask the doc when we can see our patient.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>It must have been the “honey.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Kirsten said, “She’s not your patient anymore.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This was not technically true. As a result of years of hard work, steady and sound practice, slowly evolving cultural attitudes in the medical profession, and long, unrelenting effort begun by its founder and senior practitioner, by the summer of 2004, Berkeley Birth Partners enjoyed full privileges at Chimes General Hospital, with every right to assist in and attend to the care of Lydia Frankenthaler, who would remain a patient until such time as Lydia herself decided otherwise. But Aviva and Gwen had come this evening in an ambulance, giving off a whiff of trouble, with an unnecessary police escort they had managed to acquire along the way. Like a pair of shit-caked work boots, they were being left outside on the porch.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“We’ll wait here.” Aviva stepped in with the perfect mixture of unctuous sweetness and professional concern, spiking it lightly, like a furtive elbow to the ribs, with a warning to Gwen to seal all leaks or else shut the hell up. “As soon as you talk to the attending, you come find us, okay, Kirsten?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen followed Aviva into the bathroom, fighting the urge to apologize, wanting to point out that if you were white, eating shit was a choice you could make if you wanted; for a black woman, the only valid choice was not to.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In silence at separate sinks, they washed their hands and faces and rued the ruination of their shirts. The reverberation of water against porcelain intensified the silence. In the mirror, Gwen saw her partner staring at the bloodstains with an emotion between horror and hollowness, looking every one of her fortyseven years. Then their eyes met in the reflection, and the defeated look was gone in an instant, smuggled off, hooded and manacled, to the internal detention facility where Aviva Roth-Jaffe sent such feelings to die.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I know,” Gwen said. “I was leaking.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Literally,” Aviva said, coming in to get a look at the damage the ambulance door had done to Gwen’s cheek. It had stopped bleeding, but when Aviva touched it, a fresh droplet formed a bead on the cut’s lower lip. The cut was about the size of a grain of pomegranate, pink and ugly. It would leave a scar, and Gwen was prone to keloids, and so forever after, she thought, she would have something special to remind her of this wonderful day. In her mind, she replayed her stumble, the optic flash as her face struck the steel corner.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You need a stitch,” Aviva said. She leaned in to look at Gwen’s cut. “Maybe two.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>They went out to the ER and, after a few minutes of further genial self-abasement by Aviva, found themselves shown into an examination room with needle, suturing thread, and a hemostat. When it came time for novocaine, Gwen sat on her hands and told Aviva to go ahead and sew it up. “One stitch I can handle straight,” she said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Better call it two.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Two, then.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Aren’t you fucking macho.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m liable to start crying anyways, might as well give me a reason.” Gwen gasped as the needle bit. “Ow, Aviva, ouch.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Aviva tugged the thread with a severe gentleness, breath whistling in her nostrils. Gwen focused her attention on the pendant that hung from a leather thong around Aviva’s throat. It had been made by Julie Jaffe in a flame-work class at the Crucible, lovely and enigmatic, a small glass planet, a teardrop of blue alien seas and green continents and polar caps tinted ice blue. For as long as Gwen had known him, Julie had been a mapper of worlds, on newsprint and graph paper and in the phosphor of a computer screen. Gwen recalled having asked him where he found the inspiration for the tiny glass world he had presented her as a Christmas present last year, and she tried to take comfort or at least find shelter from the pain of the suture needle in the memory of his reply: \u003cem>By living there\u003c/em>. Then Aviva sank the barb a second time, and that was when Gwen started to cry, no big show or anything, they were both a couple of cool customers, your Berkeley Birth Partners. No sobbing. No whoops of grief. Just tears welling up and spilling over, stinging in the fresh seam of the wound. To be honest, it felt pretty good.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>She permitted the tears to flow only as long as it took Aviva to snip the thread from the second stitch, lay down the hemostat, peel off her gloves, and hand Gwen a tissue. Gwen dabbed her eyes and then used the tissue to blow her nose, a nice big honking blast.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“They aren’t going to let us in,” Gwen said bitterly. “I guess not.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Where’s Bernstein?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“He was in the city. He’s coming.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“We need to be \u003cem>in \u003c/em>there. They’re going to want to do a hysterectomy, I know it. When all they need to do is just \u003cem>wait \u003c/em>a little. Lazar. Who’s Lazar?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t know him.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Tell me she’s going to be all right.” “She will be all right.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I should have noticed it sooner.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“There was nothing to notice until you noticed it. You noticed it right away.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen nodded, ducking her head, balling the tissue in her fist. She stood up and paced the room, stopped, hugged herself, notching her arms into the groove over the swell of her abdomen. She sat down, stood up, blew her nose again, and paced the room some more. She knew perfectly well there was nothing anyone could have done, but somehow that only made it feel more imperative to blame herself. It implied no kind of self-exoneration if she felt compelled to blame some other people, too. “I can’t believe they aren’t letting us in there!”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Take it easy,” Aviva said in a hushed voice that was meant, Gwen knew, to communicate the fact that she was talking too loudly. But Gwen could tell that she was rattling Aviva, and for some reason, it pleased her to see it. For the second time that day, she had a sense of trespassing on some internal quarantine, crossing a forbidden zone into the \u003cem>ponfarr\u003c/em>; amok time. It would not be right for Aviva to make her go there alone.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’ve had enough of this,” Gwen said. “Aviva, no, seriously. Listen to me.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I can hear you loud and clear, Gwen.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Come on. You have worked too hard. We have both earned the right to be treated better than this.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>There was the squeak of a sneaker on tiled floor. The partners turned, startled, to the door of the examining room, where a young pink-faced doctor appeared, his head shaved almost to the scalp, leaving only a ghostly chevron of pattern baldness. Dead-eyed, already tired of listening to them before they ever opened their mouths.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m Dr. Lazar,” he said. “I was able to do a manual removal of the placenta. Mrs. Frankenthaler is stable, uterine tonicity looks good. We stopped the bleeding. She’ll be fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The partners stood, perfectly still, tasting the news like thirsty people trying to decide if they had just felt a drop of rain. Then they fell on each other and hung on tight, Gwen half stupid with relief, drunk on it, clinging to Aviva as if to keep the room from spinning.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Dr. Lazar studied the celebration with his flounder eyes and a mean smile like a card cheat with a winning hand. “Do you think,” he said after an interval not quite long enough to pass for decent, “uh, I don’t know, do either of you ladies think maybe you could explain to me how you managed to screw up this birth quite so badly?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Excuse me?” Gwen said, letting go of Aviva as the dizziness abruptly passed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Ten more minutes of sage-burning or whatever voodoo you were working, and that mom — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>“Voodoo?”\u003c/em>Gwen said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Instead of wincing at this clear instance of having said something he was bound to regret, Dr. Lazar turned gelid, immobile. But he flushed to the tips of his ears. “You know what?” he said. “Whatever.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He turned and walked out of the room, and Gwen noticed a purple Skittle adhering to the seat of his surgical scrub trousers. For some reason, the sight of the smashed piece of candy stuck on the doctor’s ass inspired a minute compassion for the fish-eyed and weary young man with his burden of alopecia, and this, in turn, sent her over the edge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Gwen!” Aviva said, but it was too late, and anyway, the hell with her.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>***\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>An hour ago, when they had blown in on a gust of urgency from the ambulance bay, EMT yelling instructions, calling for a stretcher, Garth looking modestly wild-eyed, dancing like a man who had to pee, holding the baby who needed to be fed, Aviva breaking out a bottle of Enfamil from her backpack and cracking it with a sigh and that formula smell of vitamins and cheese, the wonderful avid baby needing every ounce of it — Gwen had failed to remark just how busy it was tonight at the emergency room of Chimes General Hospital.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Every room seemed to be occupied. Her pursuit of Dr. Lazar was haunted at its edges by glimpses of a pale hairy shin slashed with red. A forlorn teenager in a volleyball uniform clutching her arm at a surrealist angle.A young man with baby dreadlocks gripping either side of a sink as if about to vomit. The whole scene scored with a discordant soundtrack of televisions and woe, the nattering of SpongeBob, an old man’s ursine expectorations, a pretty Asian woman cursing like a sailor as something nasty was extracted from the meat of her hand, the horrific shrieking of a toddler being held down by its father while a phlebotomist probed its arm for a vein. Outside the last examination room before the waiting area, a young Hispanic man lolled in a chair, holding a bloody ice pack to his face, while from inside the room, a doctor yelled cheerfully in English at his bleeding companion as if the man were deaf and retarded.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I am a nurse,” Gwen said, managing to sound calmer than she felt, catching up with Lazar. “Please tell me that I did not just hear you employ the term ‘voodoo’ in reference to my licensed and certified practice of midwifery.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lazar stopped at the threshold of the waiting area, where he planned, she assumed, to tell Garth and Arcadia that Lydia would be okay, business that was definitely more important, as Gwen knew perfectly well in some cool, quiet corner of her being, than whatever point she was attempting to make. The doctor turned to confront her with an air of resigned willingness to go along, an obedient soldier saddling up for the ride into the valley of death.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I know you were burning something,” he said. “I could smell it on her.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It was ylang-ylang,” Aviva said, hurrying up behind them, taking a step toward Gwen as if to interpose her body between Gwen and the doctor. “Her husband was burning it during the first part of her labor. She likes the smell.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“That woman,” Gwen said, “Lydia. The placenta was retained. There was stage zero hemorrhage, borderline stage one. Uterine atonicity. And she went into a hypovolemic shock.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Correct,” the doctor said, impatient.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Even though we had her on a course of supplements and immediately began to administer oxytocin and do uterine massage. Exactly like you or any doctor would have done. Is that not correct?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He blinked, not wanting to give up anything to her.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“So tell me this, Doctor, how many accretas, how many postpartum hemorrhages, have you guys had here this month? Like, what, I’m going to say six?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I wouldn’t know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Ten?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I don’t know the answer to that, Ms. Shanks, but see, the thing is, when those things happen here, okay? When they happen here? When there’s some hemorrhaging? Which does occur, of course. Then the patient’s \u003cem>already in the damn hospital\u003c/em>. Where she ought to be.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen looked over at the young man with the ice pack, his visible eye dull and maddened, his knuckles swollen like berries on the point of rot.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You know what?” Aviva said, and out came the pointing finger so feared by all who loved her, Gwen among them, as the Berkeley faded and the Brooklyn broke through, and all at once Aviva’s proximity no longer buffered but menaced the doctor. “In fifteen years, my practice has never lost a single mother. And not one single baby. Can this place make that claim? No, I happen to know very well it can’t, and so do you.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Who would ever want to have a baby \u003cem>here\u003c/em>?” Gwen observed, half to herself, a hand settling on her belly like an amulet or shield.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s a \u003cem>birth\u003c/em>,” the doctor said. “You know, call me crazy, but maybe in the end that’s one of those things you just don’t want to try at home. It’s not like conking your hair.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Somebody gasped out in the waiting room. An arch, eager female voice went \u003cem>Awwwwww shit\u003c/em>.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You racist,” Gwen began, “misogynist — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, come on, don’t start that crap.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lazar turned his back on her and went into the waiting room. Throwing up his hands, shaking his head: all the bad acting people tended to engage in when they were most sincere. Gwen stayed right with him. Everyone in the waiting room raised their head, face blank and attentive, prepared if not hoping for further entertainment.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t you bait me,” Gwen said, feeling an internal string, years in the winding, snap with a delicious and terrible twang. “Don’t you ever try to bait me, you bald-headed, Peewee Herman–looking, C-sectioning, PPO hatchet man.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>Ho! Uh-\u003c/em>uh\u003cem>! Go, Mommy!\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen was right up against him, her body, her belly, the pert cupola of her protruding navel flirting through the fabric of her blouse with actual physical contact. He backed off, betraying the faintest hint of fear.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Garth stood up, holding the baby stiffly, forlornly, as if it were a rare musical instrument, some kind of obscure assemblage of reeds and bladders that he would now be called upon to play. His blue eyes looked frightened, bewildered, and when she saw him, Gwen felt ashamed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Arcadia, curled in on herself in a plastic armchair, woke up and started to cry.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Mr. Frankenthaler?” the doctor said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Garth, she’s fine,” Aviva said. She hurried over to Garth, rubbed his shoulder. “She’s fine, she’s going to be fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Why don’t you come with me, Mr. Frankenthaler? I’ll take you to see your wife,” Lazar said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“She isn’t my wife,” Garth said, dazed. “My last name is Newgrange.” Lazar crouched down in front of Arcadia and spoke, in a tender voice, words that only she could hear. She nodded and sniffled, and he moved a thick coil of her dark hair, damp at the end with tears, out of her eyes, painting a shining trail across her cheek. Suddenly, the man was the kindest doctor in the universe. He stood up, and Arcadia took hold of the hem of her father’s windbreaker, and they followed Lazar back into the ER. Two seconds later, Lazar reappeared and pointed his finger at Gwen in a parody, perhaps unconscious, of Aviva’s recent performance. “I’m writing this up,” he told Gwen, who stood there, shoulders heaving, all the righteousness emptied out of her, the last bright tankful burned off in that final heavenward blast. “Count on that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Did you hear the way he spoke to me?” she said to Aviva, to the room, a note of uncertainty in the question as if seeking confirmation that she had not in fact imagined it. ” ‘Voodoo.’ ‘It’s not like having your hair conked.’ Did you hear? I know everybody in this room heard the man.” Aviva was back to the hushed voice, gently taking hold of Gwen’s elbow.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I heard,” she said, “I know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You \u003cem>know\u003c/em>? I don’t think you do.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, come on,” Aviva said with an unfortunate echo of Lazar in her tone. “For God’s sake, Gwen. I’m on your side.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, Aviva, \u003cem>I’m \u003c/em>on my side. I didn’t hear him say one damn word to \u003cem>you\u003c/em>.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen pulled her arm free of Aviva’s grasp and trudged out of the waiting room, through the covered entranceway to the ER, and out to the drive way, where Hekate the Volvo still sat, her hazard lights faithfully blinking. The late-summer-afternoon breeze carried a smell of the ocean. Gwen shivered, a spasm that started in her arms and shoulders but soon convulsed everything. She had barely eaten all day, which was horrible, reprehensible, two months from delivery and already a Bad Mother. Now she felt like she was starving and at the same time like she might throw up. The stitches burned in her cheek. There was a reek of butts and ashes, out here beyond the doors, and a live thread of fresh smoke. She turned to see a pair of women whom she recognized from the waiting room, young and wide-eyed with matching taffy curls, cousins or possibly sisters, one of them even more hugely pregnant than Gwen, sharing a Kool with an air of exuberant impatience as if, when they finished it, something good was going to happen to one or both of them.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Hello,” Gwen said, and they laughed as if she had said something stupid or as if she herself were stupid regardless of what she might say. They were among those who had cheered and taken great pleasure in Gwen’s public argument with Dr. Lazar. The pregnant one smoked, in haling in that strange impatient way, and studied Gwen as if the sight of her confirmed some long-held theory.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You a midwife?” the pregnant woman said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen nodded, trying to look proud and competent, a credit to her profession and her people. 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"content": "\u003cdiv class=\"post-body\">\u003cp>\u003cp>\u003cem>Michael Chabon sets his sprawling new novel, \u003c/em>Telegraph Avenue,\u003cem> in his adopted home of Berkeley, Calif., and its grittier southern neighbor, Oakland. With its multiracial, multigenerational cast of jazz musicians, former blaxploitation stars, midwives, gay teens and Black Panthers-turned-politicians, the book both celebrates and gently sends up the countercultural norms and complex racial politics of East Bay life. The plot nominally revolves around Archy Stallings’ and Nat Jaffe’s efforts to save their used-record store (located on the eponymous Telegraph Avenue), which is threatened when a black football legend and entrepreneur makes plans to locate a media megastore in the neighborhood. This exclusive excerpt finds Nat’s wife, Aviva — “the Alice Waters of midwives” — presiding over a home birth with her business partner, Archy’s wife, Gwen. The episode is part of a very long day for Gwen, who has just caught Archy with another woman. Telegraph Avenue will be published Sept. 11.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003chr>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\u003ch6>PARENTS’ ADVISORY: This excerpt contains adult content and language that some readers may find offensive.\u003cem> \u003c/em>\u003c/h6>\n\n\u003chr>\n\u003cp>“Hello?” Gwen called, letting herself in the front door. A small black Buddha greeted her from a low table by the front door, where it kept company with a photograph of Lydia Frankenthaler, the producer of an Oscar-winning documentary film about the neglected plight of lesbians in Nazi Germany; Lydia’s partner, Garth; and Lydia’s daughter from her first marriage, a child whose father was black and whose name Gwen had forgotten. It was a Chinese Buddha, the kind that was supposed to pull in money and luck, jolly, babyfaced, and potbellied, reminding Gwen of her darling husband apart from the signal difference that you could rub the continental expanse of Archy Stallings’s abdomen for a very long time without attracting any flow of money in your direction. “Somebody having a baby around here?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“In here, Gwen,” Aviva said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lydia and Garth, a lawyer for the poor, were having their baby in their living room. It was a large room with a vaulted ceiling and nothing between it and the canyon but a wall of solid glass. The girl — Arabia, Alabama, she had a geographical name — sat marveling blankly at the spectacle of her naked mother reposed like an abstract chunk of marble sculpture in the center of the room. Against her legs the girl held a rectangle of cardstock to which she had pasted the three pages of her mother’s birth plan, decorating the borders in four colors of marker with flowers and vines and a happy-looking fetus labeled BELLA. Two low sofas had been pushed to the sides of the room to make space for a wide flat sandwich crafted from a tatami mat, a slab of egg-carton foam rubber, and a shower curtain decorated with a giant self-portrait of Frida Kahlo. Garth, a small-boned, thin-shanked man with a red beard and red stubble on his head, lay sleeping on the improvised bed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\u003c/div>",
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"content": "\u003cdiv class=\"post-body\">\u003cp>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m at nine!” said Lydia by way of greeting, adding whatever comment was provided by her spread, furryish butt cheeks and the backs of her legs as she bent over in the downward-facing-dog position to grab two handfuls of floor. “A hundred percent effaced.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’ve been trying to persuade her to try a little push,” said Aviva. She tilted back on her haunches, down on the floor beside Lydia, studying the looming pale elderly secundigravida. Disapproving of the woman, but only Gwen would have caught it, the lips pursed to the left as if with holding a kiss. Barefoot in a loose cotton shift over black ripstop pedal pushers, the roiling surf of her black hair, with its silver eddies, pulled back and tied in a sloppy bun. Stubble showing blue against her luminous shins. Toenails painted a deep cocoa red like the skin of Archy’s Queen of Sheba. “But all Mom wants to do is goof around like that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I don’t want to push,” Lydia said. A string of pain drew and cinched her voice, a yogic voice, inverted and tied carefully to the rhythm of her breathing. “Is it okay, Gwen? Can’t I just stay this way for a little while longer? It feels a lot better.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>If Aviva said it was time to try a little push, then it was, in Gwen’s view, time to try a little push. You did not get to be the Alice Waters of Midwives by leaving your gratins in the oven too long.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Well, you’ve got gravity working for you,” Gwen tried, less inclined than her partner to patience or politeness but good for at least one go-round with an upside-down naked lady in labor. “But if anybody ever pushed out a baby in that jackknife thing you’ve got working right there, Lydia, then I never heard about it.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It could be interesting,” Aviva said. “Now that you mention it. Maybe you should give it a try.” The words were humorous, but her tone continued to be critical, at least to Gwen’s ear.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Let me just wash my hands and whatnot, and then I’ll fire up my Doppler and see what’s happening in there,” Gwen said, dropping her bag on a black leather armchair. “Hi, honey.” \u003cem>Arcadia\u003c/em>. “What do you think of all this, Miss Arcadia?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The girl shrugged, eyes wide and teary but not despairing. Without cant or reference to the threefold moon goddess or other such nonsense, it was a deep and solemn business that they were about in this room, and nobody was going to feel that, in all its fathomlessness, like a kid. Certainly not old Garth over there, sacked out with one toe poking out of his left sock and sleep working the bellows of his skinny frame.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Kind of gross,” the girl said, hoisting the birth plan higher as if to shield herself from the grossness of it. Article Seven requested that the umbilical cord not be cut until the placenta had ceased to pump. Article Twelve was some kind of nonsense about the use of artificial light. Gwen was not one to disrespect a well-made birth plan, but there were always wishful thinking and juju involved, and when things went the way they were going to go, as they must, many plans took on a retrospective air of foolishness. “No offense, Mom.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You don’t.” The string cinching tighter. “Have to. Watch it, baby. I told you — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I want to stay.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Gross can be interesting,” Gwen said. “Huh?” Arcadia nodded.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lydia lowered her hips and sank to her knees, giving way like a sand castle, and on all fours she rested, head hung, eyes closed, as if about to pantomime some animal behavior. “I’m going to push now,” she announced. In the same stewardessy voice, she added, “Everyone please shut up.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her tone was wrong and startling, like a struck wineglass with a secret flaw, and at once Garth sat up and gaped at Gwen, blinking, wiping his lips with his sleeve. “What’s wrong?” he said. His eyes came unstuck from Gwen’s, and he looked around, kicking up from the deep-sea trench of a dream, looking for his new baby, finding his wife, who was seeing nothing at all.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Everything’s fine, sweetie,” Aviva said. “Only we’re going to need Frida Kahlo.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen went into the kitchen to drink a glass of water and, in the name of asepsis if not pride, eradicate every last whiff of Elsabet Getachew from her hands. \u003cem>No excuse for you — \u003c/em>that was sterling dialogue. She strangled the renascent memory of her shame with a pair of latex-free gloves. When she came back into the living room, she saw that Frida Kahlo had been veiled with an orange bath towel. Lydia lay on her back, propped up on an old plaid bolster, pale abdomen shot like an eyeball with capillaries, making a new kind of low growling sound that built slowly to an energetic whoop and flowered in a burst of foul language that made everybody laugh.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Good one,” Aviva said. “Good one.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Though Aviva had caught a thousand babies with hands that were steady and adept, now that it was time, she deferred to her partner, to the virtuoso hands of Gwen Shanks, freaky-big, fluid as a couple of tide-pool dwellers, cabled like the Golden Gate Bridge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As Aviva gave way to Gwen, she tried by means of her powerfully signifying eyebrows to communicate that she felt something in this situation to be amiss, something not provided for in the birth plan, which lay sagging and looped onto itself under the little girl’s chair. Aviva’s apparent psychic ability to know in advance when something might go wrong, especially in the context of a birth, was not merely the statistical fruit of an abiding pessimism. Skeptic that she was, Gwen had seen Aviva make unlikely but correct predictions of disaster too many times to discount. Gwen frowned, trying to see or feel what Aviva had detected, coming up short. By the time she turned to Lydia, every trace of the frown had been blown away.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Okay,” she said, “let’s see what little old Miss Bella is up to.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen lowered herself by inches and prayers to the floor and, when she arrived, saw that the inner labia of Lydia Frankenthaler had conformed themselves into a fiery circle. A smear of fluid and hair presented its credentials at this checkpoint, advance man for the imminently arriving ambassadress from afar.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You’re working fast now,” Gwen said. “You’re crowning. Here we go. Oh my goodness.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Lydia, honey, remember how you said you really didn’t want to push,” Aviva said, climbing in alongside Gwen, “well, now I would actually like you to stop. Stop pushing. Just let her — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Coming fast,” Gwen said. “Look out.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>There was a ripple of liquid and skin, then with a vaginal sigh, the little girl squirted face-up into Gwen’s wide hands. The small eyes were open, nebular, and dull, but in the instant before she cried out, they ignited, and the child seemed to regard Gwen Shanks. The air was filled with a hot smell between sex and butchery. The father said “\u003cem>oh\u003c/em>” and pressed in beside Gwen to take the sticky baby as she passed it to him. Arcadia hung back, aghast and thrilling to the redness of the birth and the life kindling in her father’s hands. They wrapped the baby loosely in a candy-striped blanket, and as Aviva stroked Lydia’s hair and helped to raise her head, Garth and Arcadia made the necessary introductions of mother and baby and breast. That left Gwen, crouched at the other end of the silvery umbilicus, to observe the heavy flow of blood that seeped from Lydia’s vagina in a slow pulsation, like water from a saturated sponge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>It required all of Gwen’s training and innate gift for minimization of disaster not to pronounce the fatal syllables “\u003cem>Ho, shit.\u003c/em>” But Aviva caught something in her face or shoulders, and when Gwen looked up from the pulsing blood that had begun to pool in a red half-dollar on the shower curtain, her partner was already on her way around to have a look. Aviva hunched down behind Gwen, an umpire leaning in on a catcher’s shoulder to get a better look at the ball as it came down the pike. She smelled of lemon peel and armpit in a way that barely registered with Gwen by now except as a steadying presence. They settled in to wait for the placenta. The soft click-click of the baby’s nursing marked the passing of several minutes. Aviva reached down and gave a gentle tug on the umbilical cord. She frowned. She made a humming sound deep in her throat and then said, “Hmm.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her tone pierced the bubble of family happiness up by Lydia’s head. Garth looked up sharply. “Is it all right?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen ripped back the Velcro straps of her hypodermic kit, unrolled it, and felt around with her left hand for the vial of Pitocin.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Right now,” Aviva said, “the placenta is feeling a little shy, so we just all want to really encourage the uterus to do some contracting for us. Lydia, you just keep right on nursing her, that’s the very best thing you can do. How’s that coming?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“She went right on!” Lydia cried. Everything was wonderful in the world where she had taken up residence. “Great latch. Sucking away.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Good,” Gwen said, practicing the business of syringe and vial in a mindful series of ritual taps, sinking the vial onto the shaft of the needle, reading the tale of liquid and graduation. “Keep it up. And just to make sure it all gets nice and tight and contracted in there, we’re going to give you a little Pitocin.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“What’s the deal?” said Garth. He craned forward to see what was happening between his wife’s legs. There was not, say, an ocean of blood, but there was more than enough to shock an innocent new father awash in a postpartum hormonal bath of trust in the world’s goodness. “Oh, goddammit. Did you guys fuck something up?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He swore stiffly but with a sincere fury that took Gwen by surprise. She had pegged him as the gently feckless type of Berkeley white guy, drawstring pants and Teva sandals worn over hiking socks, sworn to a life of uxorial supportiveness the way some monks were sworn to the work of silence. Gwen didn’t know that Garth and Lydia had quarreled repeatedly over the idea of home birth, that Garth had viewed Lydia’s insistence on having their baby at home as the latest in a string of reckless and unnecessarily showy acts of counterconventionality that included refusing, to date, three separate proposals of marriage from Garth. Garth believed in hospitals and vaccines and government sanctioned monogamy and had absorbed from his poor black and Latino clients powerful notions of the sovereignty of bad luck and death. He had suffered no ill fortune throughout the length of a tranquil, comfortable, and fulfilling life and so at any moment anticipated — even felt that he deserved — the swift equalizing backhand of universal misfortune.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s okay, Dad,” Gwen said. “It’s going to be okay.” “Yeah?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, yeah.” She laid it on, but only because she could do so in good conscience. This kind of hemorrhaging was not unusual; the Pitocin would kick in momentarily, the uterus would contract, the mysterious bundle of the placenta, that doomed and transient organ, would complete its brief sojourn, and that would be that.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I mean, well,” Garth said. He appeared to consider and decide against speaking the words that had entered his mind, so as not to cause alarm, then said them any way: “It’s just that it looks kind of bad.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen’s eyes snapped onto the little girl, but Arcadia seemed to have decided not to know anything except the baby sucking at her mother’s left breast and the feel of her mother’s hand in hers.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“That’s mostly just lochia,” Gwen said. “Lining, mucus, all that good stuff. It’s normal.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Mostly,” Garth repeated, his tone both flat and accusatory.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“How about you run get us some towels, Dad,” Aviva suggested. “And lots of them.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Towels,” Garth repeated, clinging to the rope of his desire to be useful.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Definitely,” Gwen said. “Go on, honey. Go on and get us like every damn towel you got. Also, yeah, some sanitary pads.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen had a more than adequate supply of pads in her bag, but she wanted to give him a concrete mystery to grow entangled in, hoping that might keep him busy for a few minutes. Whenever she asked Archy to bring her a Tampax, he always got this look on his face, somewhere between intimidation, as by an advanced concept of cosmic theory, and dread, as if mere contact with a tampon might cause him spontaneously to grow a vagina.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Garth went away muttering, “Towels and sanitary pads.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Aviva called Aryeh Bernstein. “Sorry to bother you,” she said. She gave him the essentials, then listened to what their backup OB had to say about Lydia Frankenthaler’s placenta. “We did. Yep. Okay. All right, thanks, Aryeh. I hope I won’t have to.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“What did he say?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“He said more Pitocin and massage.” “On it,” Gwen said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As Aviva prepped another push, Gwen laid her hands on Lydia’s belly and felt, blindly and surely, for the hard shuddering uterus. She sank her fingers into the crepey flesh of Lydia’s abdomen and kneaded with dispassion and no more tenderness than a baker. She disbelieved in the mystical power of visualization according to strictures of her 97 percent rule, but that did not prevent her from imagining with every flexion of her fingers that Lydia’s womb was clenching, sealing itself up, condensing like a lump of coal in Superman’s fist to a hard bright healthy diamond.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>They heard cabinets slamming in a bathroom somewhere with a panicked air of comedy, and then a glass broke, and the girl jumped. It was not impossible that Gwen jumped, too. Aviva held steady, guiding the second needle into Lydia’s vein.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Hey, there, Arcadia,” Gwen said. “How you doing?” “Good.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You got a nice strong grip on your mom’s hand, there?” The girl nodded, slow and watchful. Gwen winced at the false tone of cheeriness she could hear creeping into her voice. “Know what I’m doing? I’m massaging your mom’s uterus. Now, I know you know what a uterus is.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Yes.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Duh. Of course you do, smart as you are.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, uh, Gwen, um,” Lydia said, and she sank back deeper against the plaid bolster, her head lolling like a flower on a broken stem. Her left arm with the baby curled in its crook subsided, and there was a loud smack as the small mouth popped loose. “Oh, man, you guys, I don’t know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Any change?” Aviva said. “Some.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen tried not to look at her partner as Aviva went over to her flight bag, a gaudy pleather thing blazoned with the obscurely ironic legend sulaco, and broke out the bags, barbs, and tubing of an IV kit. Gwen crouched, up to her elbows in the dough of the woman’s life, knowing that everything was going to be all right, that it was a matter of hormones and massage and a husband judiciously sent to find Kotex and bath towels. She also knew that she suffered from or had been blessed with a kind of reverse clairvoyance, the natural counterpart to her partner’s predictive pessimism. Gwen was resistant to if not proof against clear signs of danger or failure. Not because she was an optimist (not at all) but because she took failure, any failure, whether her own or the universe’s, so personally. If a bridge gave way outside of Bangalore, India, and a bus full of children plunged to their deaths, Gwen felt an atom sized but detectable blip of culpability. She had been taught firmly that you could not take credit for success if you were unprepared to accept blame for failure, and one useful expedient she had evolved over the years for avoiding having to do the latter was to refuse — not consciously so much as through a reflexive stubbornness — to acknowledge even the possibility of failure. And that was what she would have to accept if she looked up from her wildly bread-making hands and saw Aviva, with that grim measuring gaze of hers, holding up the bag of intravenous saline to catch the sunshine, her mouth drawn into a thin defeated line.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t fall asleep, Mommy,” Arcadia said. “Here comes Daddy with the towels.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>***\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen hurried along the corridor, bleeding from a fresh cut on her left cheek, trussing her belly with one arm, trying to keep up with Aviva, who was trying to keep up with the single-masted gurney on which Lydia Frankenthaler was being sailed toward one of the emergency room ORs by a crew of two nurses and the EMT who had accidentally slammed the ambulance door on Gwen’s face. The EMT hit the doors ass-first and banged on through, and the nurse who was not steering the IV pole turned and faced down the midwives as the doors swung shut behind her. She was about Gwen’s age, midthirties, a skinny ash eyed blonde with her hair in a rubberband ponytail, wearing scrubs patterned with the logo of the Oakland A’s. “I’m really sorry,” she said. She looked very faintly sorry. “You’ll have to wait out here.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This was a sentence being passed on them, a condemnation and a banishment, but at first Aviva seemed not to catch on, or rather, she pretended not to catch on. As the Alice Waters of Midwives, she had been contending successfully and in frustration with hospitals for a long time, and though, by nature, she was one of the most candid and forthright people Gwen had ever known, if you sent her into battle with another nurse, an intake clerk, or most of all an OB, she revealed her self to be skilled in every manner of wheedlings and wiles. It was a skill that was called upon to one degree or another almost every time they went up against hospitals and insurance companies, and Gwen relied upon and was grateful to Aviva for shouldering the politics of the job so ably. She envied the way it seemed to cost Aviva nothing to eat shit, kiss up, make nice. Catching babies was the only thing Aviva cared about, and she would surrender anything except her spotless record for catching them safe and sound. She had, Gwen felt, that luxury.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, no, of course, we’ll wait,” Aviva said in a chipper voice. She made a great show of gazing down at herself, at her white shirt with its chart of blood islands, at the chipped polish on her big toenail. With the same partly feigned air of disapproval, she surveyed Gwen’s cheek, her played-out saggy-kneed CP Shades. Then Aviva nodded, granting with a smile the whole vibe of dirt and disorder that the partners were giving off. “But after we clean up and scrub in, right? then it’s no problem, right” — leaning in to read the nurse’s badge — “Kirsten? If you want to check with Dr. Bernstein, I’m sure …”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen could see the nurse trying to determine whose responsibility it was in this situation to be the Asshole, which was of course the purpose of Aviva’s gambit. Sometimes that awful responsibility turned out to be endlessly deferrable, and other times you got lucky and ended up in the hands of someone too tired or busy to give a damn.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Bernstein’s stuck in traffic,” Kirsten said. “The attending’s Dr. Lazar. I’ll check with him. In the meantime, why don’t you two ladies go ahead and have a seat.” She told Gwen, “You’re going to want to have a seat.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>You have a seat, bitch. That’s my patient maybe bleeding to death in there.\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, thank you,” Gwen said. “I prefer to stand.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Her relations toward authority, toward its wielders and tools, were — had to be — more complicated than her partner’s. She could not as blithely subordinate her pride and self-respect to the dictates of hospital politics, distill her practice of midwifery, the way Aviva did, to the fundamental business of the Catch. But Gwen knew, the way a violinist knew tonewood, how to work it. She had grown up in a family of doctors, lawyers, teachers, cops. For many years her father was an assistant district attorney for the city of Washington, D.C., and then a lawyer for the Justice Department. Both of her mother’s sisters were nurses. Her uncle Louis had been a D.C. patrolman and plainclothesman and was now the chief of security for Howard University, and her brother, Ernest, ran a lab at George Mason. To the extent that Gwen had been hassled in her life by representatives of the white establishment, she had been trained to get the better of the situation without compromising herself, some times by dropping a name, sometimes by showing a respect that she genuinely felt or could at least remember how to simulate. Mostly by letting the doc or the officer feel that she understood how it was to be on the job.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“But truly, thank you, Kirsten,” Gwen added, reaching for chipper like a note that was just beyond her range. “We really appreciate your taking the time. We know how busy you are.” She smiled. “And maybe I will sit down a minute, at that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>As though doing Kirsten a favor, Gwen lowered herself into one of the plastic chairs bolted to a nearby wall.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Definitely want to have somebody look at that cheek,” the nurse said, her brittle tone expressing solicitude for the cheek less, Gwen thought, than for her own worn-out, urban-population-serving self.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, thank you so much for your concern,” Gwen said. Struggling a little harder, knowing from the way Aviva was looking at her, that she was starting, in Aviva’s phrase, to \u003cem>leak\u003c/em>. “Now, please, honey, go ask the doc when we can see our patient.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>It must have been the “honey.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Kirsten said, “She’s not your patient anymore.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This was not technically true. As a result of years of hard work, steady and sound practice, slowly evolving cultural attitudes in the medical profession, and long, unrelenting effort begun by its founder and senior practitioner, by the summer of 2004, Berkeley Birth Partners enjoyed full privileges at Chimes General Hospital, with every right to assist in and attend to the care of Lydia Frankenthaler, who would remain a patient until such time as Lydia herself decided otherwise. But Aviva and Gwen had come this evening in an ambulance, giving off a whiff of trouble, with an unnecessary police escort they had managed to acquire along the way. Like a pair of shit-caked work boots, they were being left outside on the porch.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“We’ll wait here.” Aviva stepped in with the perfect mixture of unctuous sweetness and professional concern, spiking it lightly, like a furtive elbow to the ribs, with a warning to Gwen to seal all leaks or else shut the hell up. “As soon as you talk to the attending, you come find us, okay, Kirsten?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen followed Aviva into the bathroom, fighting the urge to apologize, wanting to point out that if you were white, eating shit was a choice you could make if you wanted; for a black woman, the only valid choice was not to.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In silence at separate sinks, they washed their hands and faces and rued the ruination of their shirts. The reverberation of water against porcelain intensified the silence. In the mirror, Gwen saw her partner staring at the bloodstains with an emotion between horror and hollowness, looking every one of her fortyseven years. Then their eyes met in the reflection, and the defeated look was gone in an instant, smuggled off, hooded and manacled, to the internal detention facility where Aviva Roth-Jaffe sent such feelings to die.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I know,” Gwen said. “I was leaking.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Literally,” Aviva said, coming in to get a look at the damage the ambulance door had done to Gwen’s cheek. It had stopped bleeding, but when Aviva touched it, a fresh droplet formed a bead on the cut’s lower lip. The cut was about the size of a grain of pomegranate, pink and ugly. It would leave a scar, and Gwen was prone to keloids, and so forever after, she thought, she would have something special to remind her of this wonderful day. In her mind, she replayed her stumble, the optic flash as her face struck the steel corner.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You need a stitch,” Aviva said. She leaned in to look at Gwen’s cut. “Maybe two.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>They went out to the ER and, after a few minutes of further genial self-abasement by Aviva, found themselves shown into an examination room with needle, suturing thread, and a hemostat. When it came time for novocaine, Gwen sat on her hands and told Aviva to go ahead and sew it up. “One stitch I can handle straight,” she said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Better call it two.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Two, then.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Aren’t you fucking macho.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m liable to start crying anyways, might as well give me a reason.” Gwen gasped as the needle bit. “Ow, Aviva, ouch.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Aviva tugged the thread with a severe gentleness, breath whistling in her nostrils. Gwen focused her attention on the pendant that hung from a leather thong around Aviva’s throat. It had been made by Julie Jaffe in a flame-work class at the Crucible, lovely and enigmatic, a small glass planet, a teardrop of blue alien seas and green continents and polar caps tinted ice blue. For as long as Gwen had known him, Julie had been a mapper of worlds, on newsprint and graph paper and in the phosphor of a computer screen. Gwen recalled having asked him where he found the inspiration for the tiny glass world he had presented her as a Christmas present last year, and she tried to take comfort or at least find shelter from the pain of the suture needle in the memory of his reply: \u003cem>By living there\u003c/em>. Then Aviva sank the barb a second time, and that was when Gwen started to cry, no big show or anything, they were both a couple of cool customers, your Berkeley Birth Partners. No sobbing. No whoops of grief. Just tears welling up and spilling over, stinging in the fresh seam of the wound. To be honest, it felt pretty good.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>She permitted the tears to flow only as long as it took Aviva to snip the thread from the second stitch, lay down the hemostat, peel off her gloves, and hand Gwen a tissue. Gwen dabbed her eyes and then used the tissue to blow her nose, a nice big honking blast.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“They aren’t going to let us in,” Gwen said bitterly. “I guess not.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Where’s Bernstein?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“He was in the city. He’s coming.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“We need to be \u003cem>in \u003c/em>there. They’re going to want to do a hysterectomy, I know it. When all they need to do is just \u003cem>wait \u003c/em>a little. Lazar. Who’s Lazar?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t know him.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Tell me she’s going to be all right.” “She will be all right.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I should have noticed it sooner.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“There was nothing to notice until you noticed it. You noticed it right away.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen nodded, ducking her head, balling the tissue in her fist. She stood up and paced the room, stopped, hugged herself, notching her arms into the groove over the swell of her abdomen. She sat down, stood up, blew her nose again, and paced the room some more. She knew perfectly well there was nothing anyone could have done, but somehow that only made it feel more imperative to blame herself. It implied no kind of self-exoneration if she felt compelled to blame some other people, too. “I can’t believe they aren’t letting us in there!”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Take it easy,” Aviva said in a hushed voice that was meant, Gwen knew, to communicate the fact that she was talking too loudly. But Gwen could tell that she was rattling Aviva, and for some reason, it pleased her to see it. For the second time that day, she had a sense of trespassing on some internal quarantine, crossing a forbidden zone into the \u003cem>ponfarr\u003c/em>; amok time. It would not be right for Aviva to make her go there alone.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’ve had enough of this,” Gwen said. “Aviva, no, seriously. Listen to me.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I can hear you loud and clear, Gwen.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Come on. You have worked too hard. We have both earned the right to be treated better than this.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>There was the squeak of a sneaker on tiled floor. The partners turned, startled, to the door of the examining room, where a young pink-faced doctor appeared, his head shaved almost to the scalp, leaving only a ghostly chevron of pattern baldness. Dead-eyed, already tired of listening to them before they ever opened their mouths.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I’m Dr. Lazar,” he said. “I was able to do a manual removal of the placenta. Mrs. Frankenthaler is stable, uterine tonicity looks good. We stopped the bleeding. She’ll be fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The partners stood, perfectly still, tasting the news like thirsty people trying to decide if they had just felt a drop of rain. Then they fell on each other and hung on tight, Gwen half stupid with relief, drunk on it, clinging to Aviva as if to keep the room from spinning.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Dr. Lazar studied the celebration with his flounder eyes and a mean smile like a card cheat with a winning hand. “Do you think,” he said after an interval not quite long enough to pass for decent, “uh, I don’t know, do either of you ladies think maybe you could explain to me how you managed to screw up this birth quite so badly?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Excuse me?” Gwen said, letting go of Aviva as the dizziness abruptly passed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Ten more minutes of sage-burning or whatever voodoo you were working, and that mom — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>“Voodoo?”\u003c/em>Gwen said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Instead of wincing at this clear instance of having said something he was bound to regret, Dr. Lazar turned gelid, immobile. But he flushed to the tips of his ears. “You know what?” he said. “Whatever.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He turned and walked out of the room, and Gwen noticed a purple Skittle adhering to the seat of his surgical scrub trousers. For some reason, the sight of the smashed piece of candy stuck on the doctor’s ass inspired a minute compassion for the fish-eyed and weary young man with his burden of alopecia, and this, in turn, sent her over the edge.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Gwen!” Aviva said, but it was too late, and anyway, the hell with her.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>***\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>An hour ago, when they had blown in on a gust of urgency from the ambulance bay, EMT yelling instructions, calling for a stretcher, Garth looking modestly wild-eyed, dancing like a man who had to pee, holding the baby who needed to be fed, Aviva breaking out a bottle of Enfamil from her backpack and cracking it with a sigh and that formula smell of vitamins and cheese, the wonderful avid baby needing every ounce of it — Gwen had failed to remark just how busy it was tonight at the emergency room of Chimes General Hospital.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Every room seemed to be occupied. Her pursuit of Dr. Lazar was haunted at its edges by glimpses of a pale hairy shin slashed with red. A forlorn teenager in a volleyball uniform clutching her arm at a surrealist angle.A young man with baby dreadlocks gripping either side of a sink as if about to vomit. The whole scene scored with a discordant soundtrack of televisions and woe, the nattering of SpongeBob, an old man’s ursine expectorations, a pretty Asian woman cursing like a sailor as something nasty was extracted from the meat of her hand, the horrific shrieking of a toddler being held down by its father while a phlebotomist probed its arm for a vein. Outside the last examination room before the waiting area, a young Hispanic man lolled in a chair, holding a bloody ice pack to his face, while from inside the room, a doctor yelled cheerfully in English at his bleeding companion as if the man were deaf and retarded.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I am a nurse,” Gwen said, managing to sound calmer than she felt, catching up with Lazar. “Please tell me that I did not just hear you employ the term ‘voodoo’ in reference to my licensed and certified practice of midwifery.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lazar stopped at the threshold of the waiting area, where he planned, she assumed, to tell Garth and Arcadia that Lydia would be okay, business that was definitely more important, as Gwen knew perfectly well in some cool, quiet corner of her being, than whatever point she was attempting to make. The doctor turned to confront her with an air of resigned willingness to go along, an obedient soldier saddling up for the ride into the valley of death.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I know you were burning something,” he said. “I could smell it on her.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It was ylang-ylang,” Aviva said, hurrying up behind them, taking a step toward Gwen as if to interpose her body between Gwen and the doctor. “Her husband was burning it during the first part of her labor. She likes the smell.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“That woman,” Gwen said, “Lydia. The placenta was retained. There was stage zero hemorrhage, borderline stage one. Uterine atonicity. And she went into a hypovolemic shock.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Correct,” the doctor said, impatient.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Even though we had her on a course of supplements and immediately began to administer oxytocin and do uterine massage. Exactly like you or any doctor would have done. Is that not correct?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>He blinked, not wanting to give up anything to her.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“So tell me this, Doctor, how many accretas, how many postpartum hemorrhages, have you guys had here this month? Like, what, I’m going to say six?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I wouldn’t know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Ten?”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I don’t know the answer to that, Ms. Shanks, but see, the thing is, when those things happen here, okay? When they happen here? When there’s some hemorrhaging? Which does occur, of course. Then the patient’s \u003cem>already in the damn hospital\u003c/em>. Where she ought to be.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen looked over at the young man with the ice pack, his visible eye dull and maddened, his knuckles swollen like berries on the point of rot.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You know what?” Aviva said, and out came the pointing finger so feared by all who loved her, Gwen among them, as the Berkeley faded and the Brooklyn broke through, and all at once Aviva’s proximity no longer buffered but menaced the doctor. “In fifteen years, my practice has never lost a single mother. And not one single baby. Can this place make that claim? No, I happen to know very well it can’t, and so do you.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Who would ever want to have a baby \u003cem>here\u003c/em>?” Gwen observed, half to herself, a hand settling on her belly like an amulet or shield.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“It’s a \u003cem>birth\u003c/em>,” the doctor said. “You know, call me crazy, but maybe in the end that’s one of those things you just don’t want to try at home. It’s not like conking your hair.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Somebody gasped out in the waiting room. An arch, eager female voice went \u003cem>Awwwwww shit\u003c/em>.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You racist,” Gwen began, “misogynist — “\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, come on, don’t start that crap.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Lazar turned his back on her and went into the waiting room. Throwing up his hands, shaking his head: all the bad acting people tended to engage in when they were most sincere. Gwen stayed right with him. Everyone in the waiting room raised their head, face blank and attentive, prepared if not hoping for further entertainment.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Don’t you bait me,” Gwen said, feeling an internal string, years in the winding, snap with a delicious and terrible twang. “Don’t you ever try to bait me, you bald-headed, Peewee Herman–looking, C-sectioning, PPO hatchet man.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003cem>Ho! Uh-\u003c/em>uh\u003cem>! Go, Mommy!\u003c/em>\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen was right up against him, her body, her belly, the pert cupola of her protruding navel flirting through the fabric of her blouse with actual physical contact. He backed off, betraying the faintest hint of fear.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Garth stood up, holding the baby stiffly, forlornly, as if it were a rare musical instrument, some kind of obscure assemblage of reeds and bladders that he would now be called upon to play. His blue eyes looked frightened, bewildered, and when she saw him, Gwen felt ashamed.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Arcadia, curled in on herself in a plastic armchair, woke up and started to cry.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Mr. Frankenthaler?” the doctor said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Garth, she’s fine,” Aviva said. She hurried over to Garth, rubbed his shoulder. “She’s fine, she’s going to be fine.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Why don’t you come with me, Mr. Frankenthaler? I’ll take you to see your wife,” Lazar said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“She isn’t my wife,” Garth said, dazed. “My last name is Newgrange.” Lazar crouched down in front of Arcadia and spoke, in a tender voice, words that only she could hear. She nodded and sniffled, and he moved a thick coil of her dark hair, damp at the end with tears, out of her eyes, painting a shining trail across her cheek. Suddenly, the man was the kindest doctor in the universe. He stood up, and Arcadia took hold of the hem of her father’s windbreaker, and they followed Lazar back into the ER. Two seconds later, Lazar reappeared and pointed his finger at Gwen in a parody, perhaps unconscious, of Aviva’s recent performance. “I’m writing this up,” he told Gwen, who stood there, shoulders heaving, all the righteousness emptied out of her, the last bright tankful burned off in that final heavenward blast. “Count on that.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Did you hear the way he spoke to me?” she said to Aviva, to the room, a note of uncertainty in the question as if seeking confirmation that she had not in fact imagined it. ” ‘Voodoo.’ ‘It’s not like having your hair conked.’ Did you hear? I know everybody in this room heard the man.” Aviva was back to the hushed voice, gently taking hold of Gwen’s elbow.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“I heard,” she said, “I know.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You \u003cem>know\u003c/em>? I don’t think you do.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Oh, come on,” Aviva said with an unfortunate echo of Lazar in her tone. “For God’s sake, Gwen. I’m on your side.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“No, Aviva, \u003cem>I’m \u003c/em>on my side. I didn’t hear him say one damn word to \u003cem>you\u003c/em>.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen pulled her arm free of Aviva’s grasp and trudged out of the waiting room, through the covered entranceway to the ER, and out to the drive way, where Hekate the Volvo still sat, her hazard lights faithfully blinking. The late-summer-afternoon breeze carried a smell of the ocean. Gwen shivered, a spasm that started in her arms and shoulders but soon convulsed everything. She had barely eaten all day, which was horrible, reprehensible, two months from delivery and already a Bad Mother. Now she felt like she was starving and at the same time like she might throw up. The stitches burned in her cheek. There was a reek of butts and ashes, out here beyond the doors, and a live thread of fresh smoke. She turned to see a pair of women whom she recognized from the waiting room, young and wide-eyed with matching taffy curls, cousins or possibly sisters, one of them even more hugely pregnant than Gwen, sharing a Kool with an air of exuberant impatience as if, when they finished it, something good was going to happen to one or both of them.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“Hello,” Gwen said, and they laughed as if she had said something stupid or as if she herself were stupid regardless of what she might say. They were among those who had cheered and taken great pleasure in Gwen’s public argument with Dr. Lazar. The pregnant one smoked, in haling in that strange impatient way, and studied Gwen as if the sight of her confirmed some long-held theory.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“You a midwife?” the pregnant woman said.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Gwen nodded, trying to look proud and competent, a credit to her profession and her people. The pregnant woman dropped the burning cigarette and stepped on it, and then she and her companion turned to walk back to the emergency room, the pregnant woman’s flip-flops scraping and slapping against the soles of her feet.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>“See, now,” she told her companion, “don’t want to be messing with that country shit.”\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>\u003c/p>\u003c/div>",
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"content": "\u003cp>Next week, in \u003cem>Justice League\u003c/em> #12, The Man of Steel and the Amazing Amazon will … get their respective super-powered grooves on, \u003ca href=\"http://shelf-life.ew.com/2012/08/22/justice-league-12-exclusive/\">according to Entertainment Weekly\u003c/a>.\u003c/p>\n\u003cblockquote>\n\u003cp>Writer Geoff Johns hints that some event — possibly tragic — will impact every member of the Justice League, and cause Superman and Wonder Woman to seek solace in each other and move from super-powered colleagues to power couple. This is no one-issue stunt: “This is the new status quo,” says Johns, adding that the relationship will have a seismic impact on all the heroes and villains in the DC universe.\u003c/p>\n\u003c/blockquote>\n\u003cp>… “Power couple.” Oy.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>The two have been romantically linked in the past, by writers like Frank Miller (\u003cem>The Dark Knight Strikes Back\u003c/em>) and John Byrne (\u003cem>Action Comics #600\u003c/em>). But Miller’s romance took place in an alternate-future that exists inside the writer’s increasingly wackadoo head, while Byrne’s Superman and Wonder Woman were two ships — er, fully armed and operational battle stations — passing in the night.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>This isn’t quite the scandal it could be. DC’s universe-wide “New 52” relaunch dissolved the Superman-Lois Lane marriage last year, even as it served to further complicate Wonder Woman’s already complicated love life.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>In her own post-reboot title, written by Brian Azzarello, Wonder Woman is too busy dealing with gods-and-monsters-style mythic horror to worry much about making kissy-face with anyone, while in the pages of \u003cem>Justice League\u003c/em>, writer Geoff Johns not-so-coyly suggests that Diana’s broken her share of hearts (male and female, mortal and im-) in her time.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>[ad fullwidth]\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>Will these two crazy kids make a go of it? Will the gossip pages fill with all manner of wild speculation over \u003cdel>SuWon\u003c/del> \u003cdel>KalDi\u003c/del> SUP4WON?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>After the jump, NPR’s Monkey See has intercepted a series of texts between a “BigRedESS” and a “1derWymyn” which may provide a clue.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:33 a.m.): watchin u sleep now 😉\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:34 a.m.): ur pretty 🙂\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:45 a.m.): lookin at ur lungs. They r clean haha\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:46 a.m.): man ur heart is big lol\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:47 a.m.): i mean like large anatomically haha tho u r really generous too i bet\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:50 a.m.): wow you got out of bed fast\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:51 a.m.): mouthwash is in the medicine cabinet top left\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>1derWymyn (5:52 a.m.): DUDE. WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME? I AM RIGHT HERE.\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:52 a.m.): goooood moooorning!!!!!!!!!!\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:52 a.m.): ?\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>BigRedESS (5:52 a.m.): u r shouting at me now but u r still cute not a morning person i guess ok lol\u003c/p>\n\u003cp>1derWymyn (5:53 a.m.): OKAY SINCE YOU ARE NOT ANSWERING MY QUESTION WE’LL DO IT THIS WAY. HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS LOOKING FOR THE MOUTHWASH? ARE YOU X-RAY VISION-ING ME? IN THE BATHROOM? 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