know, I'll say something like, “I want to write a book that evokes a murder ballad by Johnny Cash.” ... something that's inherently difficult to rationalize. And they're also musical... birds... and ... the road.” He says he doesn’t know how he would feel if he “wrote a book and never got to present it, ...
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own problematic assumptions. She should know better. “Did you say all your relatives are in El ... her.” “The cops will say you kidnapped her. For all you know there is a missing child report.” “Someone ... a note on her door. I will know when they come.” “Jeanette. This is not a game. You’re on probation. You ...
I say. "Can I speak with Dad?" I hear her hand the phone over to Dad and I know ... I almost say, but instead I say, "I'm fine. We're all fine. You two be careful ... out there." And we laugh. My father always taught me to count on the family, but I have come ...
overbearing mother. My mother disagrees. Some say it is the way you’re born. My parents disagree. But they are ... softly touching mine. If they had told me the pier would be torn up and tossed across the highway, ... to my mother: There was a train in my dream. It was carrying onions. She said: I heard it too. Mine ...
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and Italian, satisfying all the other girls, even if they didn't understand or hear the words ... Page 99 from Issue 102 TRIQUARTERLY remote from New York City where, after sewing skirts all day, ... she would be able, uninhibited by the strictures of a too loving mother and father, to tango and ...
Our mothers doing all they could to keep the street clean and safe. Mothers. Fathers. That house. It ... I hated that Celine saw me, too. In my dreams, I wedded Celine a million times. I had wet dreams for her. ... market women chattering all around me. Bargaining. Selling. Buying. Our street was a tomb. Nature was ...
us, Victor; we meant later. You know you're under surveillance, we're keeping an eye ... theirselves. Belle's your mother. But I figure, since you're supposed to be so smart, with ... your zillion books and your umpteen languages-give or take a few-and your reputation, they say, the ...
is every Catholic mother’s hope to have at least one, but the big boys all say “nah.” They don’t want ... to the hem of my mother’s dress. “You’ll be all right,” she says, untangling my hand and giving me ... nothing to be done. I prod him gently, saying his mother will be back soon and he can play house with me ...
heaves, I say: "Let me go Michael. You're breaking my arm." "Too bad, ... Dad, too bad." "Come on, Michael. Let me up." "Give up, Dad, give ... Arriving at the bedroom door, she says: "Now you two stop that wrestling. You're going to ...
that she even laughed too much-she would say goodbye to each one of the wom en, as if we were setting ... after a great many years; don't pay any attention to me. At the time, it was Mother again ... Howprettyyoulook, Betterthanever, Heyloveli ness, Y ouregoingtowin: they said all that and I would listen, I would ...
