At
a smack from the midwife the child’s lips were broken open by a foul bubble
redolent of the stale air stewing inside the belly of a broken radiator; his
tiny putrid lungs had begun their lifeswork and pumped on, clearing mucus from
the nostrils when his mouth closed upon the nipple.
Mother
(whispering): Little skunk
and
again
Mother:
Little baby Skunk.
