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Posted on Tuesday, May 1, 2012


“How much did he drink?” I asked.  “You know, my Dad.  Was he always a drinker?”  Before she responded, I leaned in closer, sliding my elbow onto the counter and resting my chin on my hand. Nana brushed the damp sponge across the counter, collecting crumbs from the baguette we had eaten for lunch.  She turned her back to me, facing the sink, and turned on the faucet, bringing in noise and distraction to the silent room.

Nana was a woman of silence.  She was as mysterious as her perfectly white carpet that never seemed to have a stain anywhere.  That was the living room carpet. 

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