She would tell you she was meant to be a mother, and it’s true when she’s in the presence of little children, she achieves her most concentrated essence. She stops speaking English at all and erupts into meaningless vocal improvisation, a sort of cautionary scatting. It sounds something like this: “. . . honey . . . no . . . eeeeYAHHH . . . uh uh uh . . . STOP HER . . . she’s eating it . . . no, sweetheart, that will kill you . . . oh, look . . . look look look . . . she loves me . . . all babies love me . . . wuh uh, THE STAIRS . . . get her . . . SHE’S GOING TO FALL . . . grab her before she
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