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86 Upstairs  Bathroom Company How could a child, the last-born of the last-born of my mother’s farflung family, walk into the house for the first time and within ten minutes, fall down the basement steps and knock his noggin, then, before anyone can get a good look at him and invoke the concussion watch, run howling upstairs and lock himself in the bathroom? O the exasperated calm of his mother on her knees in the hall by the keyhole! O the swagger of his father positioning the ladder ascending with all Upstairs  Bathroom 87 the confidence of a Miami drug salesman only to find the window painted shut. ...

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