On the way back to the house Ingrid said, ‘Do you know what annoys me so much? If I got hit by a car while we’re crossing and died, in the newspaper it would say a mother of a something-day-old baby was killed at a notorious intersection. Why can’t it say a human who incidentally has a baby was killed at a notorious intersection?’ ‘It makes it sadder,’ I said. ‘If it’s a mother.’ ‘It can’t be sadder,’ Ingrid said. ‘I’m dead. That is the saddest it can be. But apparently I just exist in terms of my relationship to other people now and Hamish still gets to be a person. Thanks. Amazing.’
