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At the foot of the stairs, I looked back. I was holding Kelly in my arms, and over the top of my baby's head, I could see Bob struggling to make his way down the steps. His long arms were stretched out to touch the walls on both sides of the stairwell. He touched first one wall and then the other as he swung his legs by the hip joints in slow crab-like movements, one step at a time....