It was the early seventies—
July or August—when my mother wandered off
into a parallel universe. The six of us—
my parents, sister, two brothers, and me—
my parents, sister, two brothers, and me—
heading north to see my father’s family
and we had stopped at one of those toll-road oases—
and we had stopped at one of those toll-road oases—
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