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IT IS SNOWING, THE BIG DAMP FLAKES FALLING QUIETLY, strangely, on the dark fir trees, when my sister first mentions the name of the man who will be responsible for her death: Carl. We are in New Haven, Connecticut, in the new tall apartment building, University Towers, where my first baby is born. My husband, a student at Yale, is twenty-one years old. My sister, Maxine, two years older than me, is twenty-two. She has come to be with me for the birth.

We watch my new baby suck on my breast and the snow fall slowly from a ghostly sky with equal wonder. My sister and I are not used to new babies or snow.

Crossways.