Page 25 from Issue 127 10/11/1997 My father is in heaven, my mother in Vigna Clara my sister Ale ... lives in Piazza Istria as always and my brother too. Now my old room is locked up like an office still ... neighborhood. Oh, little bedroom that gave me such a clear view of my books and my wooden furniture that my dad ...

shiner disappears. Says who? my brother said. A foot behind me, he was face-to- face with Paul ... C-actually, an inch or so shorter than Paul C. Rectory cleaning lady, Paul C said. And you believe her? my ... brother asked. No, I said. Yes, Paul C said. You're being a gossip, my brother told him. Use ...

bickering again. I trailed them by a dozen steps and plotted my course toward the park bench. The brick path ... was un­ even and cracked, hell on old toes. I stopped to catch my breath be­ neath a tree that was ... behind my eyes, like a piece of metal sliding in. Steiner disappeared in front of me. Half my body turned ...