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    Sharmen: I Gotta Go…


    Chapter 1

    Shane paced the halls nervously as she waited, Jenny was in some ward down the hall and Carmen and Shane waited in the maternity unit. She heard babies crying down the hall, a squeaky cart being pushed, a mother moaning in pain. She could smell baby powder, cigars and the smell that only hospitals can have. She heard a nurse yelling at a nervous an expectant father, the root of the cigar smoke. She made him put it out immediately and he blushed furiously and apologized repetitively. Shanes eyes tore away from him, trying to find something else to concentrate on. She heard a muffled sound at the back of her head but ignored it the first time.

    Baby! Carmen raised her voice to get Shanes attention. She finally stopped pacing and looked at her girlfriend who was sitting in the chair. What? Please god, sit down. Youre making me dizzy. Sorry, Im just I know, come here, Carmen said supportively, opening her arms. Shane sat in the chair beside her and let Carmens sweatshirt envelope her. The cotton rubbed against her cheek as she squeezed. Shane cuddled closer to her and Carmens nose buried in her short hair. Shane? Ya baby? Im scared, she admitted for the first time since they entered the hospital. Me too. Shes going to be alright. Theyre all going to be alright all- th- Shane choked up. All three of them! A boomingly happy voice fell on the lovers ears. The two looked up. Alice had just come in, they had told her about Jenny but she was still trying to act optimistic.

     Which let both of them know how worried she actually was. Alice was never optimistic she was just sarcastic. Shanes eyes fell and Carmen caught her in a strong grip of comfort. Shane turned and pushed her head into Carmens shoulder, her face being covered with soft locks of dark brown hair. She breathed shakily and clung to the white zip up for dear life.

    I love you, Carmen whispered ever so softly into Shanes ear, so soft that Alice didnt even hear her speak and she was standing less the a foot away. Shane smiled into her hair and hugged her tighter. Where were you Al? Shane asked with renewed strength. I just went to go get me and Dane some coffee, but I got extra if you guys want some.

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    1. Corrections of your Spanish (I’m guessing that you used a translator and didn’t even take the time investigating):

      ‘Oh God. Come on, it’ll be fine my little neurotic worrier!’ in Spanish will be: “Oh Dios!. Vamos, estará bien mi pequeña neurótica preocupada”.

      Second, in this line: “Gall me Mercedes! Gome in, gome in!” is so wrong in so many levels… Spanish people tend to remark the “C”

      “This is Shane, hermanos… Yo! Atención, opinión hola usted fuckers!”
      I don’t know what you were trying to say here.

      “¿Su amigo atractivo tiene un novio?” in Spanish will be: “Tu amiga es atractiva, tiene novio?”

      “¡Infierno ningún usted!” (No idea what you were trying to say)
      “Ella está de límites” right way: “Ella esta fuera de limites”.

      “You’re my niño now!”
      Niño= boy
      Niña= girl

      “Carmella!” Names are the same in Spanish and Eglish, to say more, Carmen is a Spanish name. “What about that Paublo” Pablo will be the right way.

      For my Spanish credentials (so that you don’t think that I don’t know nothing), I was born and raised in Argentina and I’m a Spanish Literature professor (also an English Literature professor). If you ever need help just write, I’ll be glad to offer a hand and stop people from mangling my language.

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