It was the morning after her last half day of work—a half day, for what would have been the point of staying for the planning meeting when she wasn't planning anything? She read the return address. It was the crib. Meri had ordered it from one of the many baby catalogs that had been arriving in the mail, unbeckoned, unsolicited, for months now. She had said to Nathan that it was as though the U.S. government had wiretapped her uterus and notified the postal service of its condition before she had even the slightest idea that she was knocked up. He had laughed and told her how his father, in his last illness, had thought his catheter had been implanted by the IRS and was the means by which they were accessing all his money. “Citizenship,” she'd said. “It isn't all it's cracked up to be.” But how timely this arrival was, she thought now, leaving the box on the porch as she went inside. The due date was just ten days off, and they hadn't even really started organizing anything having to do with this baby.
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