“The day after Gilda’s funeral I was going through drawers and found several sheets of colored construction paper, on which she had made a little drawing of her body and then asked herself questions. She wrote each question very clearly with her right hand and then, apparently, switched the pen to her left hand to scrawl out the answers . . . trying, I believe, to make contact with the child inside, without the adult Gilda censoring any of her feelings; as if she were holding the little Gilda in