It just occurred to me that Mother may have been raising a tribe of cannibals during the time Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Edward lived with us and I bit my cousin Cathy. My brother Billy was five months old to Cousin Eddie’s six weeks and much bigger. Mother and Aunt Bonnie had put the two babies on a quilt to play while they did their housework. Eddie had colic and cried all the time, so Aunt Bonnie wasn’t too surprised at the wailing. She went in to check on him after a few minutes to find Billy, who was teething, had worked his way over to Eddie. He had a foot in one hand, a thigh in the other, and was gnawing him like a Thanksgiving Turkey.