- Lillian Anderson Munnsen: [Speaking to her son from a hospital bed] He was so handsome. One night, he came in very late. I was carrying you. I was still awake. He tiptoed in real quiet, so as not to disturb me. So I didn't let on. He slipped into bed, and was asleep in minutes. His hand was there on the pillow, between us. I gently took it, and I began to kiss the fingers. One by one. And I could smell cunt on them...