She slept for nine solid hours. She was emotionally spent.

We lived with him for her first three years. He did everything for her. He walked her to sleep, he sang to her, he taught her how to ride a bike.

We told her, just standing there, in the street. It was bad.

It fell open, and here's the first thing we saw.

He told everyone on the plane over about her. Then he told every Italian he met on the street.

I want you to begin keeping a calendar of who you see and when: the first day each year you see buttercups, the first day frogs start singing, the last day you see robins in the fall, the first day for grasshoppers. In short, I want you to pay attention.