![]() ![]() Maybe this was before the ceiling caves in with the weight of age and neglect due to Reagan-era economics (this is why I hate Reagan-he helped to make us poor-but this was before that, I’m sure). She’s teaching me how to do The Rock, and I don’t know if she has a daughter yet, but I think she does, and the sun comes through the windows making the whole room yellow, and it’s brighter because in the room behind us, my mother painted the walls and ceilings yellow, dipped her hands in brown paint that was close to the color of her own skin, and patterned the walls and ceilings with her large handprints. We’re just at the top of the stairs on the landing. ![]() I am listening to R&B with my Aunt Mae upstairs in our house that was once a single family, then a duplex, then a single family again when we lived there.
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