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When she came back from the phone she lay down on her bed and watched Anna again. It was like the lover and the beloved. She could not get enough of her, this tiny person who had grown out of her body. Half her, half Dave. Nothing had prepared her for it. Yes, she had gone to pre-natal classes on the island. She knew what to expect. Everybody she knew, or ever would know, had gone through this process of being born. She saw her own family nested like Russian dolls. She'd had this baby inside her, while she had come from inside her mother, who had in her turn been inside Granny Boyd.

It was so utterly common and ordinary. And yet when it happened, it was a miracle. That her baby should be here, that she should be who she was, was a profound mystery. And if it wasn't a profound mystery, then her child was a burden to her, a mere nuisance. Her child was so much more than Catherine's eyes could take in. Although what she saw astonished her. The fingernails, the dark fluffy hair of the head, the whorl of the ear, they were all part of her and yet they belonged to someone else. Somebody totally other. It was like attending musical theory classes all her life, learning to sight-read, being shown the instruments and handling them, seeing photographs of composers, reading books about harmony and counterpoint but at no time ever hearing a single note of music. Then on a particular day, at a particular time after all the preparation, after all the theory and the rules and the speculation, she is led blindfold into a hall and an orchestra explodes into the celebratory sounds of, say, the voices' entry in Handel's Zadok the Priest or the final section of Beethoven's Ode to Joy or the closing section of Messiaen's TurangalBla symphony.

And the voice of her teacher leans close to her blindfolded ear and says quietly, 'That's what it is. Now do you understand?'

This is what it was. Anna. Her baby lying in front of her, an arm's length away. There was the baby she had carried inside her head and there was the baby she had carried inside her body. They were not the same. The one in front of her was better by far.