“Doctor, did you see what I saw?” Señora Velasquez said, wringing her hands in dismay.
“Sí,” the doctor replied grimly, “Such narrow hips. Such a tiny opening. No baby could ever pass through it. I doubt it even could now. I don’t like to see surgery as the best option, but in her case, I don’t think there’s any other.”
“Should we tell her?” The midwife frowned.
“No,” Dr. Anzaldúa replied. “Why mar the rest of her pregnancy? Let her enjoy it. The only danger comes in delivery. Tell her to call for you as soon as she feels the slightest pains. You could even let her labor for an hour or two, to get the experience of it. The baby will never engage. You can see that. Then send for me.”
Señora Velasquez nodded, troubled.
The door opened and Vidal stepped out to join them. “My wife is gett
