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The drive to the hospital was mostly quiet, interrupted intermittently by the baby’s sniffing noises. Doctor Amankwaa drove Abena in his car while the baby, carried in my gloved hands, rode with Ebo and me in his car. The silence between Ebo and I stretched on for several minutes, but in my head, the questions wouldn’t stop screaming… questions about Abena and the baby having AIDS.
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