I once sat with my four siblings at a Keg restaurant, and after much drinking we talked about what we thought each persons contribution to the world would be. It was my second oldest brother, the writer, who was making the predictions. He went through each older sibling with predictions that we pretty much expected of them, positions in the family that they had already attained. As the last I felt that all the good things had been taken. When he got to me, he said, and Lucy is going to surprise us all. I didn't know what he meant.