Nava's Mother, a New Mother, a New Father

The lobby was full of the old and ailing. Cohen maneuvered among the walkers and canes and terminal cases. When the elevator opened onto the maternity ward he was relieved. A young blonde mother was at the nursing station rocking her precious bundle while the father filled out the paperwork for their release. Everything was still ahead here, yet to be decided. But no sooner had he thought this than he was intercepted by the Russian nurse who grabbed his arm and reproach him.