SITTING IN THE enclosed patio of a restaurant in New York having lunch with a friend. Fanny’s in her stroller beside him, was sleeping while he and the friend ordered, but now stretches her arms up to him, wants to be unstrapped, maybe changed or just held, but taken out. Hears a noise from the street, something rumbling, getting louder, sounding as if it’s rolling around loose inside the container of a truck. His friend’s sipping a beer, eyes closed dreamily. “What’s that?” and his friend opens his eyes and says, “Wha’? Talking to me?” and he says, “That noise, don’t you hear it?” and his friend shuts his eyes and makes a pretense of listening a couple of seconds and says, “Noise?” People on the sidewalk by the patio are now looking up Columbus where the noise and traffic are coming from. Then one of them points and shouts, and they all run in different directions on the sidewalk; one man makes a move to bolt into the street and then jumps behind a car, and Gould stands and sees in the street about a hundred feet away a wooden cable spool, must be six to seven feet high, rolling down the street at an angle straight for the cars parked adjacent to the patio. Must have fallen off the back of a truck and landed upright and started rolling and picked up momentum, and now it’s heading for the one free parking space, between two cars, and their window table. He glances at Fanny — she’s still sitting up with her arms out, looking as though she’s hearing the noise and is wondering what it is — and he yells to his friend, who’s back to sipping his beer with his eyes closed, “Watch out — duck!” and throws himself on Fanny, knocking her stroller over but covering her, and listens for glass to smash but is later told by his friend — who said, “I never moved, didn’t budge, figured if I’m about to die, I’ll die, so no use fighting it, though I did keep my eyes open to see my own death, if that’s what happened”—that the spool jumped the curb and hit dead center a thin parking signpost on the sidewalk and somehow didn’t knock it down or roll over it and keep coming but dropped flat on its side and wobbled, the way an ordinary thread spool would, before stopping. How come nothing like this ever happened to Josephine? Why always Fanny? There was also the time she was in her car seat in back of their car and his wife didn’t engage the emergency brake far enough when she parked, and the car started rolling backward after his wife got out of the driver’s seat, and she screamed and he looked out the living room window of the house they were living in at the time and the car started down the steep hill and could have gone maybe all the way down till it crashed but was stopped about twenty feet away by the front bumper of the one car parked anywhere near their home on that side of the street. Josephine’s fallen on thin ice she was skating on but didn’t crack it, ran into a door or a wall a few times and bumped her head and saw stars but never cut it, fell off a chair arm she was sitting on and sprained her hand, if it was even that; he took her to Emergency (didn’t want to, since didn’t think it serious enough, and only did it because his wife and a doctor friend over the phone thought it the safest thing to do), and they waited for four hours and her hand was x-rayed and he was told it wasn’t broken and probably not even sprained and she was given a sling to wear a day or two but, because she liked the attention she was getting, wore it for more than a week; when she was around five and had only till then swum by herself a few feet at a time she suddenly started swimming to the deep end of the pool, and he yelled, “Josie, stop right there!” but she kept swimming and he thought, Maybe she can do it, and swam beside her and she did the doggy paddle all the way and when she reached the other end and held on to the edge of the pool and was panting he said, “Fantastic, who knew you were such a great swimmer, the entire length of a long pool, congratulations, but from now on—” and she started to swim back to the shallow end, and he said, “Stop, that’s enough, both lengths are too much, you’re exhausted from the first one; I was just going to say that from now on you wait for Mommy or me before you try another swim like that,” but she kept swimming and he swam beside her and she made it without any help from him. But that’s about as close as it got to a real accident or mishap with her in her first eight years, and nothing he or his wife did ever put her in danger. He doesn’t understand it.