I can see the resemblance,” I said. Except, of course, that the baby was black. In spite of, or maybe because of, the rough road much of her life had been, Celine was uncommonly down to earth and practical. In most things. In the matter of this child, however, she was absolutely goofy. As she sat there cooing and baby-talking, I noticed that the child had a deformity in her left hand. The hand was snarled-looking with short, twisted fingers. There was nothing healthy-looking in her over-all appearance. I knew enough to tread lightly, and only asked if the child would be needing any special care or medical attention we should be concerned about.
“This baby will be just fine,” Celine assured me. “All she needs is a mother’s love,” and that topic was closed. “Her name is Josephine,” She info
