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November 29, 1929, in a pouring rain, 2 women arrived at a rather famous Chinese restaurant of this city that is New York.

They settled down, heavy steps were heard, the anxiety of 2 people could be felt.
They lingered a little while after setting themselves up, speechless, no one deigned to speak.
When one of them started to open her mouth.

So what did you want to talk to me about?
She seemed lost in her thoughts, after 5 seconds of silence, she answered

Let's order first.

Under the beating blows of the drops of water which fell on the window, one could discern the name of this sign Chop Fuey
The two women looked at each other insistently, one of them had a heavy, anxious look, the second in the unknown, not knowing what kind of revelation her friend was going to give her, had a look filled with questions, lost in his thoughts, in complete expectation.

You could see on his face worry was mixed with stress.
She had no reason, after all, what had she done that deserved her friend to summon her for breakfast, and who mentioned to him in advance:

I have to tell you something important

They watched the surroundings, this modern and expensive restaurant saw perfectly their means. Fashionable women, easy.
Nevertheless, they noticed that women accompanied by men were not necessarily comfortable. After all, how is it that the right man behind her gives no glance to his girlfriend installed right in front of him.

M'enfin, the time is not for this kind of questions.
It was time for revelations.
Five days that she was not bleeding, there was no doubt possible.
She arranged to meet her sister in the cafe, where we used to come with the parents when they were young. It's their refuge, so to speak. Their husbands have obviously never been brought there.

And here they are, seated, to those watching without saying anything. She, stoic, ready to hear anything: "Mom is dead", "Dad has tuberculosis", "I'm going to move". Any news, was ready to be cashed.
When, her eyes wet, unable to articulate a coherent.

A silence settled in the room, accompanied by her blue cap, a throat clearing the next moment, it inspires deeply, calms down, and darts away.

<> My sister, I'm pregnant. >>

Against all odds, she was not abrupt or even surprised.
His thoughts were pure goodness.

"My poor sister ... She is there, her back bowed, her head down, her hands clasped, and she has just told me that she is pregnant.
It does not surprise me. Her husband has been wanting a child for a long time and she, as a devoted wife, has done her marital work. Just like me >>

From their younger ages, they did not want children, teenagers, they played with those of neighbors and everyone said they would make great mothers.
On her side, she was already a mother and knew what her sister would live.
Yes, she knows it, being hated every moment of her pregnancy. She hated that huge belly that nailed her pitilessly in the chair.

She was deciding to help him, to prevent the blooming of his flower, no matter what it should cost him.
It would be dangerous, but both women are willing to take the risk.

For now, we are in 1929 and abortion is illegal.

The two women finished eating, arranged the chairs of this beautiful white table and cross the step of the exit.