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Peter
I approach the house just as the front door swings open and a small, dark-haired woman backs out with a stroller, saying, “—and while Dr. Goldberg is no OB-GYN, he does have an ultrasound machine. Julian ordered it for me when I was pregnant. So he can definitely take a look, make sure you and the baby are fine.” She turns and stops short. “Oh, hello, Peter.”
“Hi, Nora,” I say. Then I see her friend, the young maid from the house, standing behind her in the doorway, with Sara at her side. “Hello, Rosa,” I greet the maid before turning my attention to the only person who matters to me. “Ptichka, are you okay?”
Sara nods. “I’m perfectly fine. Nora was just telling me about their resident doctor, in case I want to get checked out after everything. But I don’t think—”
“That’s an
