The picnic basket and cooler were on board, Pa looked around.
The boys yelled but Ma groaned.
“What’s up hun?”
“I reckon this baby is comin’ right now.”
Pa floored it and the truck bounced along the rutted track, finally drawing up outside Grandma’s house. By now, Ma was white and sweating. Grandma come out and smiled.
“You leave Franny here and take the boys to the picnic.”
It was evening when they got back to Grandma’s. Ma sat in bed with a pink-wrapped bundle in her arms.
“Boys,” she said, “come and meet your sister Liberty.”