We have not taken a moment to worry about our baby. Everything has happened more quickly than we expected. Our relationship to it has become hard to define. The terms of our day-to-day life have shifted in a sequence of truly surprising ways. We grapple with the baby’s agenda. It’s obvious it’s after you—at the very least. You abandoned it to the woods. And babies are shortsighted and emotional, so it’s likely I’m guilty by association. Worrying about the baby quickly turns into plan making. We’ll fight our way out you say. With these coins, and this box. You tear the mounted telephone from the wall, and the booth fills with coins. Now you’ve done it I say. My body is full of metal and ringing.