reconstructed nose. Bewildered, I hardly knew how to respond. I didnt wear a watch, because watches are for grownups, so I broke into a run, thinking I might be able to catch her before she got too far away and my newfound privileges were revoked for good. Half asleep, I fumbled for the remote and turned up the sound as smiling men, women, and children ran toward each other across the screen. Later that year, I remember many meetings with lawyers and an evaluation I went to in New Jersey. I knew that if I wore the same underwear for three days someone would notice how I smelled and alert the teacher, or that if I put my head down for more than a second I would have to explain to the principal why. Sorry, no, they each answered. For the most part it was a happy home in the suburbs a white clapboard, two-story colonial with a large yard, lots of trees, and two cars: Shirls blue Valiant and the family car, a wood-paneled station wagon.
In my mid-twenties, shortly after I graduated from my masters program, I felt that I wanted to reach out to Woody, and communicated this to Mia. Sarah, too, I realized, had suffered her own torment.
I know that Dylan has recently referred to this brainwashing theory as spin by our father but it was nothing of the sort. In the moment it took my mind to register the pain, I didnt cry, I screamed. This was the constant refrain, whether or not Woody was around. We had moved again so that we could be closer to the fire station, because there still wasnt enough money for a phone, and I might need to run down there in the middle of the night and get help. I went next door to get the neighbor because we never had enough money to keep a phone. After some time she lowered her hands and placed them palms-down on the table. Do you realize what youve done? That lasted one meeting, when I got booted out for punching a mean Scout who picked the wrong person to bully. She hit me uncontrollably all amy by essay kind tan two over my body. The next morning, Woody was still at the house. How can I be sure those plates wont shift? But that she could see herself as a proud mother, benefactor, and devoted wife and still look me in the eye, refusing to give me any real explanation for her decision to walk away from me, her baby, her blood, and expect Id be satisfied.