Years later, at a family gathering, the European wife, would state a little too loudly, “That was the best time in my life, when I lived here with you, before we got the house. If I…I would move back here in a moment. I would not hesitate.”
Mara, the youngest daughter, upon hearing this statement grapples for any kind of memory of that time, eventually bringing to mind the sound of a friend’s boots scraping the molding on their way out the window. Thinking that her older brother would rat her out. Writing this in a tie-dye covered journal. (ms)
