My Family Was Like a Russian Novel, Everyone Says
We woke exhausted. All temperatures were unbearable. In rain, doors were locked, we never owned keys. When
Mother cooked, flames arose from the antique stove, we showered salt to calm them and ate burnt meats. As consolation,
we drank vats of cocoa while Mother read Pride and Prejudice and Brother slept with his unnamed cat and
Father lost all of his money. Mother took to her closet after a doctor shouted she’d murdered Brother…a lie but not
entirely untrue. Father strayed and of course returned to find Truth. There were rare tumors. Dead, Brother appeared
at Mother’s deathbed. I knew you’d come my darling, she sighed, how long can anyone stay away?
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