by Mark Brazaitis
It’s midnight at Camp Four. Our guide is leaving for the summit. The woman he impregnated—my wife—is too weak to go on. Her water broke thirty minutes ago. Our guide hoped she would be the first person to give birth at the peak of the world’s tallest mountain.
“You’re leaving us?” I shout at him as he heads off toward the Balcony. “You aren’t going to help with the birth?”
He turns to me. “I’m a guide, not a doctor.”
“You would’ve been happy to help if she was giving birth on the summit.” Continue reading
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