Even as an embryo, she made room for "the other guy." Slick and
bloody, she emerged quietly: Why spoil the doctor's best moment?
When Dad ran over her tricycle, she smiled, and when Mom drowned
her kittens, she curtsied, a Swiss statuette. Her teachers liked the way
she sat at her desk, composed as yesterday's news. In high school she
decorated her locker with heart-shaped doilies and only went so far, a
cartoon kiss at the door. She read the classics, The Glamorous Dolly