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radner 89 Rebecca Radner apartment building IfI knew why I'm crying, I could stop. The woman in the next apartment cries because her sister's ill, the woman down the hall because she doesn't have a man. Across from me, an older woman watches TV all night, drinks, and chain smokes. IfI knew how I'm different, it might help, in the night, when red wine and cigarettes glow like sacraments, when TV turns to prayer. My mother calls and says I neglect her. An old boy friend calls, says he's happy with a real woman who wants what real women really want, don't they? A friend calls, says she keeps waiting for someone to come and help. They're not coming, I say. I know they're not, she says. And I can hear TVs all through the building, late into the night. ...