I could not sit up without help.

I could not, as it turned out, lift either of my own daughters out of a bassinet eighteen inches from my hand.

And a woman in good pearls told me not to go anywhere, and then put her telephone down and went to get her coat.

I tried him again.

Six rings.

The recording.

The small laugh on the end of it because I had come into the room while he was making it.

“Enough of this!”