Antarctica

He opens up that forbidden world of adult language and invites me in.

The last page is ripped out so Da can’t read about women’s problems.

I was made out of the last of my father’s sperm.

The Ginger Rogers Sermon

Smells of horseradish and dill spil

Just as he was gathering speed, she jumped into the road and stopped the car. Then she climbed in and spent the rest of her life with a man who would have gone home without her.

People lost contact with him; nobody knew what to say.

the fact of the matter

Edward is standing there looking at her, wearing those linen trousers that are almost impossible to iron.

Edward plays the flute in the parlor; Betty has never heard anything like it—it’s as if somebody has trapped a wild bird or a small reptile in a cage, and its despairing little voice is crying out to be freed.