A spark from the wood fireplace caught on the gauzy stuff above the crib. The baby’s screams woke me. I saw the flames from the crib reaching up to the ceiling. I sprang to the floor and was halfway out the door when I remember my mother’s words. I turned back into the room, reached my head through the flames into the crib, and dragged the baby out by his waistband. We fell to the floor together in a cloud of smoke. I grabbed him again and dragged the screaming little creature out the door into the hall. I was tugging away, excited and happy and proud that I had saved the baby’s life. That’s when I heard the master shout.