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it is the least alive for me

In east on 04/22/2011 at 9:01 pm

Chapter One

The house is quiet. They have gone to bed, leaving me alone, and the electric timer has just switched off the living room lights. It feels like the house has settled in and finally turned on its side to fall asleep. Years ago I would have gone through my mother’s purse for one of her cigarettes and smoked in the dark. It was a magical time that the house was mine.

Tonight, however, I’m restless. I sit at the dining-room table; rummage through the refrigerator. What am I looking for?

From Larry Sultan’s Pictures from Home

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