Imitate those who are better than me. I was committed to it with a fascination that was total. It was a strange ritual, and I couldn't understand the desire of anyone for such a thing to be done. Mark tended all financial matters, spending much time at the family warehouse in Patamoke casting up accounts.
And then there was Tommy, my reserved thirteen-year-old uncle, whom I so adored. Sunlight poured through an open doorway; I saw the flowered pattern of linoleum. The tears were rolling down her cheeks. I climbed to my feet.
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