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7 PLOTS Be your own father. —ellison, invisible man I was just past the point in that chapter where Tod Clifton is killed after quitting the class wars when I remembered how you rode the Twelfth Street trolley on your way home from work, age 66, still sewing collars in a sweatshop, owning your own house and saying with a laugh I work for thieves, adding they’re pretty nice thieves and I suddenly saw your hands at rest on your legs, heavily propped on the ottoman from the Goodwill store, and saying We’re all the same, we are all slaves or cursing the God who had killed your husband, an insurance salesman who left you, age 25, a widow with seven preadolescents and no insurance We’re all slaves, and it hit me that I have no idea where you are buried. O Rose, I can recite a thousand plots and cannot find yours. ...