When I went to see Robin in Brooklyn this week, I brought her a big worm that crinkles and rattles, and it seems to be a good match. Emma is good–natured about the bizarre presents I’m bringing, she calls the loudest ones “toys of the devil,” but Robin is loving them, she seems very fond of her worm, which is almost as big as she is.

I wish Robin a wonderful year of love, discovery and growth. If she could talk, I would tell her that a year is what you make of it, no more or less. I love those eyes. I believe Robin has the same pirate eyes I saw in Fate, and people see in me, a bit of the rascal, something one can connect with. I think she already loves life. Maria has the devil her eyes also, and we connect with each other in that way.