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In the bean patch, Didier knelt down. He knelt down, my husband of just two months, and he reached out, snapped off a bean. For the past month we had been preparing for the worst and now here was something worser still. Worser. How could we talk of such things? Even grammar was against us. (Nancy Welch, "Managed Care: An Essay about Irony, Illness, and Teaching," in Genre by Example: Writing What We Teach, edited by David Starkey, p. 10)