Her voice suddenly changed, and she shouted with great fear. "Shut the door!
Make him go!" Then she quieted down. "We’re all dying," she said. "Our whole
family is dying. And we’re going to have a funeral. We’re all dying. I’m dying
next." Her tone changed again, and she seemed to be talking to someone else—a
child. "You’re my toilet baby? You dropped out of me into the toilet? And I
wrapped you in wax paper and kept you in the refrigerator for a long time?"