I smiled at the delight of receiving two extra cherries, which almost made up for the fact that the monkey was blue. Mike had just brought a Shirley Temple to my table, placing it on a paper coaster he had tossed there, a coaster with “Bud” written in faded red letters. I’d been hanging [...]
My father decided I should go to Sunday school. “I want you to see how the other half lives,” he said. He was sitting at the kitchen table as he spoke. The remnants of the previous night’s activity were scattered around him: bottles, a beer mug and a large ashtray full of cigarette butts. [...]
From her vantage point, she can see a pedestal Kohler kitchen sink, an old freezer, and toilets: one with an old-fashioned pull chain, another in olive drab, and the third a tea-colored porta john with the words FriendlyFlush barely legible. A kayak is next to a canoe that is next to an ancient treadmill.