lucy closed her eyes , buried her head in her hands , and waited . right on cue , the buzzer on my apartment rang . he had n't indicated a preference either way , and she had no decided preference , either , so they had somehow always referred to the baby as `` it '' rather than `` he '' or `` she . '' as well as the shared pleasure . '' `` sir , are you really going to write on a jam sandwich ? '' an intense snap echoed through the hall . 