“This
is where Mommy and Auntie grew up,” Joan tells the kid. He is obviously unimpressed, but he’s only 4
years old.
“Was
this neighbourhood always so ugly?” I ask Joan.
“Wasn’t that hill bigger?”
Ryan
laughs. “It’s funny how much bigger and
better everything seems in our memories.”
“They
cut down all of the trees,” I inform him.
“And the siding is hideous.”
He
nods. After a while, Joan says, “We have
to get back before 2:00 so that I can make the turkey in time.”
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