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Normal Suffering

JUDE TURNED HIS HEAD and shot me his characteristic look of canny intelligence ready-to-be-amused. He was a few minutes old and looking at me from a glass box next to the delivery table. That gaze remained distinctive, accentuated by the glasses he had to wear from the age of thirteen months.