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In the front room, a baby was sitting alone at the dining table. For its size, it looked very alert, and Ana supposed that it must be at least a year old. It was wobbling in front of its dinner, its pudgy little arms dangling in the air like those of a puppet. It was absorbed in everything, with that air which babies have of saying “why, this is all extremely remarkable!” Bizarrely, however, Ana distinctly observed what looked like a glass of red wine in front of the baby. And then the world began to slide away from Ana as the baby picked up the glass and carefully nosed its aroma…

The House Across the Street (A Story for Halloween).