“So,” I say. “Your mom didn’t end up having the baby, I’m guessing.” “No, she did,” Cammie says, reflectively. “It was a little girl. She died when she was eighteen months old, just after I turned nineteen. She was born with a neurogenerative disease. Neuronal ceroid lipofuscinosis,” Cammie says. “Well, hell,” I say. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “Mm,” Cammie says, and she doesn’t say anything for a while. “I think it was her punishment,” Cammie says. “They told her not to try to have a baby, but she wouldn’t listen.”
Is there a global birthing problem? Billy mentioned “another pandemic…”
