I’m not saying Gamma is a girly-girl, but pink is the shortest coloring pencil in her pencil-box.

Speaking of Gamma, the other day I was shaving and she came in with a smile on her face and reported that she’d just heard a report on the radio about a woman who slipped and fell in her bathroom, fatally, after which her two-year-old child went to the fridge and brought her first some yogurt, and later a sausage. Trying to take care of its mom. Found hours later by someone. And it took me a minute to realize that Gamma’s smile was not one of humor, but the smile a person sometimes might get upon realizing that there is horror out there, bad things from which no one can protect us.