Go back to nursery school: Mrs. Pearlman is back; I am tired, lie down on the bed. Hear other teachers talk about me, then see group of people gather for a meeting; see Father Andrew in shining, shortsleeved robe standing under a bridge taking photos of dignitaries; I run up to him as he walks by and impulsively say "I knew it was Father," then he hesitates, smiles and gives me a bottle. I am very ashamed and realize I am still a baby.
- Then I hear him talk to others and also hear how they criticize my running the nursery school; "Can't I do anything right?" "Well, this was O.K. in fact it was excellent."