Esther Anaesthesia had a baby because not having one hurt, the absence did, like the not-having of a kidney. A void, and if voids are for anything, they're for filling, so out with the baby and in with motherhood. And the companion story, how Daisy was conceived: in a car by the sea, listening to soft music. How Seamus left five beer bottles and their respective mangled caps on the gravel. The unopened novelty condom (rainbow, flavored), rejected by Seamus (less pleasure). He waits in the parking lot, drumming on the dashboard while she expels the baby and deposits it in the nursery. They celebrate by pushing their car off a cliff. It was like littering but no one noticed.

'Daisy, Daisy, where's your diary? Is it under your pillow? Do you hide it between your breasts? Do you swallow it nightly? These things, Daisy, we want to know.'

'Daisy, be sincere, all this is beyond you.'

'Daisy. Go get me my groceries.'

'I don't want to. It's boring. Why can't you?'