Staring. “All right. I’ll just, uh . . . I’ll just text Max. Yeah.” He nodded. “That’s what I’ll do. I’ll text Max.” Finally, after the endless silence, he gave a wave and walked off. When he was gone, Berg turned to those who’d shared a womb with him for nine months and—to their mother’s great annoyance—three weeks and, as one, they smiled.
