Things
that Esther remembers:
Long legs under the table,
and drunk, disembodied
limey voices
cackling, roaring loudly,
raining
like confetti.
A freezer always full of ice,
and card games
she couldn’t understand.
The warm, familiar smell
of cigarette smoke
and baked bread,
the scent of
department store cafeterias.
The
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