"It's true." Mr. Guzman said.
He thought back on all the moments Eliza threw baby showers for Mackie, it was always three months after their own child had been buried. He never approved of Eliza throwing the baby showers but Mackie always insisted.
"If Liz doesn't do it, i don't want it." were Mackie's words.
He had watched his wife put aside her pain, force a brave smile and celebrate Mackie's good fortune. After the baby showers, Mackie would shamelessly take away even the things they had prepared for their babies.
"You are the godmother and aunt to my babies Liz, my children are yours. It makes no difference who gets to use these things, it is just better not to waste them. I am sure that your babies are smiling in heaven, approving of this." Mackie always said.
