Angelica stopped her.
"I prayed," she said.
"Oh, my deary! I’m so glad. God’ll hear you and——”
"I prayed it would die."
"Angie!"
"You didn’t think I wanted it, did you?"
"You’ll feel different when it’s here."
"I sha’n’t. Lots of people don’t. It’s a curse to me, a curse! A baby—me with a living to earn the rest of my life! No—I’ll hate it. I do now. I’d have to hate any child with his blood in it. I hope it’ll die!"
"That’s a wicked, wicked thing to say, Angie."
"Maybe you’d be surprised to know how wicked I feel. My Gawd, what I’ve done! The chance I’ve thrown away!"