"Ross," she nearly sobs, relieved more than she can say by the simple sound of his voice. She knows it doesn't solve her problem, she's still too terribly far from the city and the hospital, with the baby announcing itself ready to be born, but at least Ross will know now where she is and she won't be alone for long. He'll come for her or he'll send one of those terribly loud ambulances she's only just barely gotten used to, but at least she won't be lost out here alone with no one to help her.
Their baby can't be born in a cemetery. It's simply not possible. Demelza might not believe most of what Aunt Agatha has to say about omens and signs, but she can't pretend having a child in a cemetery wouldn't have to be seen as some kind of terrible sign. At least she won't have to explain why she's out here, she's told Ross before why she comes, what she does, she's explained to him why it makes her feel nice to do something, no matter how small a gesture it might be, and even if no one ever knows she does it. Ross may not understand it, but he's accepted it.
"Oh, Ross, I went out to bring flowers to some of the graves and I thought it would be fine, but the baby is coming now," she says in a rush, fighting by another pained cry as one more cramp washes over her, making her clench her teeth hard enough her jaw aches. "I'm alright. The baby is alright, it's just time. It's time now and I'm so far from the city and I walked, as I always do."
She's never had a problem walking before. In Cornwall she'd walked nearly everywhere she might have to go and in Darrow she's changed none of her habits. Now she regrets it terrible.
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Their baby can't be born in a cemetery. It's simply not possible. Demelza might not believe most of what Aunt Agatha has to say about omens and signs, but she can't pretend having a child in a cemetery wouldn't have to be seen as some kind of terrible sign. At least she won't have to explain why she's out here, she's told Ross before why she comes, what she does, she's explained to him why it makes her feel nice to do something, no matter how small a gesture it might be, and even if no one ever knows she does it. Ross may not understand it, but he's accepted it.
"Oh, Ross, I went out to bring flowers to some of the graves and I thought it would be fine, but the baby is coming now," she says in a rush, fighting by another pained cry as one more cramp washes over her, making her clench her teeth hard enough her jaw aches. "I'm alright. The baby is alright, it's just time. It's time now and I'm so far from the city and I walked, as I always do."
She's never had a problem walking before. In Cornwall she'd walked nearly everywhere she might have to go and in Darrow she's changed none of her habits. Now she regrets it terrible.