And I, separated from him by the width of a single bed and almost forty years, had no choice but to breathe in as much of his grief as I could stand and to store the rest for a rainy day. - p. 14 He had assured my mother that baby Kirsten's apparent inhabitation by wolves was more accurately described as "croup" and would be gone within three days. -p. 16 He had put a stitch in my chin after a collision with a renegade swing.- p. 16 If you destroy the Taj Mahal of blouses, and she asks you how you could be so stupid, where is the answer? You really do not know how you could be so stupid. You are partway through a master's degree. You tutor bright, young, first-year students. If only you could answer. But you cannot think, so sleep-deprived are you, having not slept sine before the Ice Age because the rhythm section of a tiny reggae band has sublet the space between your lover's Eustachian tubes and her throat so that it can rehears