BABY PEIG FEEDS WITH her mouth clamped over one teat, her hand over the other. If one of her sisters leans in to kiss or touch or speak to Mama, to take the goods that are everything that she wants, the good that is right around her and inside her and that is the opposite of gone, Baby Peig snaps her head around and growls, ‘Mine. Mine Myum,’ and feeds all the harder then, all the longer. Mine, is the first word, then Mama.