One evening, sitting at the window sewing, my mother called me, ¡°Come here, ¡±she said. ¡°  36  . ¡±She held my head against her   37  , and after a puzzled moment I felt a   38   foot drumming on my cheek. ¡°You see ? ¡±she said, ¡°It¡¯s alive. You can   39   it, can¡¯t you?¡± I accepted it, as I accepted everything, without   40  . It was as good a place for the baby to be as any other and I never   41   about why it got in nor how it would finally get out.