Memories and Those Who Stayed

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Epilogue: Another Return

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The street was dark, but not in the way she remembered. Curtains muted the light in the windows the way clouds veiled the daylight that af...

75. Crossing

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Even today I’m thinking about jumping from one of those long bridges that spans those nooks of the ocean that’ve been misnamed as rivers an...

74, You Make Me Live

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  Mother always said she could “no way, never” kill herself Only once in her life did she even think about suicide, she said. About two y...

73 Dream

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  I’m wandering a maze of blocks, the shadows of daylight eclipsing the open-sided blocks at my sides. Glimpses of a town I’ve seen before...

72. Fatigue

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  I’d love to make Mrs. Littington disappear. And the lady whose name I never knew, I never want to know. Get rid of all the others, the ...

71. Waiting to Escape

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  If all goes as I intend—I’ve given up planning a long time now—I’ll be away from this block for good tomorrow. Still, it’s a relief, alm...

70. Forgetting

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  Probably nobody has ever remembered any event or person, or even object, completely. What I’ve never understood is why anybody tried. W...

69. Poverty and Survival

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  In a town like the one where Vivian grew up, next to the sea, the houses of people—like her father –who’ve seen or will see no other plac...

68. Their Stories

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For all that I’m recalling now, there’s much I never could tell, even if somebody’d want to hear it, to hear me. Not that I know so much, ...

67, Memory of a Season

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  It still amazes me how little’s changed here. Sure, the only people remaining from the block as I knew it are in this room now. If you’...

66. For Them

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  Weddings were always for other people. Just like graduations, or any prize I’d heard about. They handed kids diplomas in the schools we ...

65. Too Late For Laments

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  Soon I will no longer have any need, or reason, to feel shame or to apologize. I can’t recall mother having done either, or that she eve...

64. Fall

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Days’ve been growing shorter. At times, that would’ve meant more work, or at least more time for it. At times like that, I’d hardly see d...

63. The Price

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  All of my life, I’ve respected only one man: Adam. I recall him whenever I’m in the presence of anybody who’s just died, or when I hear...

62. Aftermath

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There’d never been a fire on this block, at least not one that anybody remembered, until that body to which they gave my name was found in ...

61. Exposure

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  Drizzly, rainy day. Late morning. Or later in the day, perhaps. One window at the end of two long walls, my head at the other end. In...

60. Without Witness

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  One of the first things you learn on this block is that you didn’t see. If anybody asks you what you saw, you didn’t. And if you’re ask...

59. Exile's Children

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  I didn’t leave this block because I felt stifled or tortured. Nor did I go with any mission or calling, or even any sort of ambition bey...

58. Moment Fugue

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  When you’re on this block, you have one thing in common with anyone else here: the moment, this moment. Some have lived in it for longe...

57. Who Do They Talk To?

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  I don’t know whether Mrs. Littington knows about the man whose body was found in the basement. The body with my name. Maybe the lady wh...