Then. . . . before it seemed possible, before our waiting was quite over, she arrived. (How could it not be Grace?) Her parents, of course, being of their own time, rejected pink or blue or any pale color for bringing her home. They chose red. They brought her home wrapped gloriously in red. The Chinese hold red to be the color of celebration and good fortune. In the U.S., strangely, we know the Chinese better than we know the Aztecs. Of course, no one could expect Grace's parents to have broken their own cultural traditions enough to bring their new daughter home in black. But very soon now, perhaps for her first birthday, I will give Grace a black dress. I've known for decades that black is the feminine color. Don't I wear it like a second skin?