Peter, Beth and I sit in the back room mesmerized by Captain Kangaroo’s bouncing ping pong ball tapping out the words to Old Macdonald Had a Farm. Mom rustles into the room, her arms full of white lace. She barely glances at us, on the floor, knee to knee, too close to the TV. “You three stay out,” she hisses through clenched teeth, before pushing out through the side door. We look at each other and then race to the door to catch it before it slams. We peek over the cement s

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