March 16, 2005
MARY'S HOUSE, 80TH AT SHERIDAN, WESTMINSTER
Mary was mom's friend. She lived in freezing cold government housing with her young son. She was kind. Our stay was short. Housing authorities discovered us and threatened to give Mary the boot if we didn't beat it.
I have snapshot memories of our stay: mom commuting me to school; taking a bath to get warm; the familiar block of government cheese in the freezer; laughing with Mary's son; feeling sorry for the other children living in the complex; becoming aware of my appearance. I think we had Christmas there. Everything seemed scattered, delicate.