Gwyneth almost screams from a sudden, painful contraction. She bites her lip. She groans. Ann watches her intently.
ANN: You can scream.
GWYNETH: I don’t need to scream. I’m in control I don’t need to scream!
ANN: That’s it, girlie, let it out.
GWYNETH: I DON’T NEED TO SCREAM I’M IN CONTROL OF MY BODY I DON’T NEED TO SCREAM.
ANN: Tell me. Tell me.
GWYNETH: I AM HEALTHY I AM PURE I AM A GODDESS I AM A GLOWING BEACON OF LIGHT I CONTAIN THE UNIVERSE I AM A GARDEN AND GARDENS ARE PEACEFUL I DON’T FUCKING NEED TO SCREAM.
Gwyneth screams. There is blood on the floor. Gwyneth crouches, clutching her abdomen. Ann goes to her, wraps her arms around her. Ann dabs Gwyneth’s brow and guides her gently to the floor. She smiles.
ANN: That’s it, sweet. Now, push.
Gwyneth pushes. She screams. Ann smiles.
ANN: You’ve got it now, love. You’ve got it now.
Gwyneth births an Apple. Ann takes a bite.