![]() We raised six kids in this house, she told me when I stopped to bitch one morning about the jackhammers tearing up the street for some mysterious reason. In the afternoon, Ray would join her, standing at the top of the steps, smoking cigarettes, or sitting on the last step by her side. She and Ray were retired, and every day she set up her webbed green lawn chair on the cement at the bottom of their front steps, just inside the gate, and sat there in the morning sunshine. Ooh, that’s some big bed, Mag had said, elbowing Ray and laughing, Plenty of room for everything, right? She winked at me and I blushed like a bride, which I wasn’t, at that time. We couldn’t get the king-size bed Jackie insisted on through our front door, and so he and his pals from the precinct grunted their way up her front steps and through her living room and out into their yard, where they hauled it over the little fence that divided us and took it in our back door. I went down my steps and crossed over to his side of the railing. He didn’t look quite like himself, either.Įverything all right, Ray? I called over, and when he looked back at me his eyes were filling up. Then I slammed down the phone and went outside to smoke. ![]() And if you don’t come and get your crap out of here it’s all going in the dumpster, I swear. I’ll hold my breath for your help, I told him. ![]() He moved out just after Labor Day, leaving a bunch of stuff behind and promising to help me out with rent until I could figure things out. Last year sucked for everybody, except maybe Jackie, who found true happiness with Carlene.
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