A Summer Nativity: Vancouver, 1977 by P.W. Bridgman
Imogen had always been slender and slight, one of those willowy women who carry their babies low. She carried hers like a honeydew: smallish, well-contained and apparently fastened in a temporary way to her abdomen. Her peasant blouses from Guatemala—much admired in 1977—accommodated themselves easily to this new, anatomical feature. Imogen’s gait had turned a