While my baby and I recovered over the next few weeks, my neighbour, the diva, began a routine of bringing us bowls of pasta and other treats. When the Great Ice Storm hit six months later, knocking out power, oddly, at every second house on our street, she ran an extension cord from her house and brought over a heater, and more pasta, to make sure the baby (and the rest of us) stayed warm and fed. For years, she would continue to make a fuss over the baby who shared and upstaged her birthday, proclaiming more than once that she would grow up to be a great singer.
