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Looking at my reflection really did soothe me, though I hated my face with a passion. Such is the life of the self-obsessed.

So here we are. My name was Eileen Dunlop. Now you know me. I was twenty-four years old and had a job that paid fifty. seven dollars a week as a kind of secretary at a private juvenile correctional facility for teenage boys. I think of it now as what it really was for all intents and purposes—a prison for children...
In a week, I would run away from home and never go back.
This is the story of how I disappeared.

Max would be moving into his in-laws' home until a school in Newton, Massachusetts, was finished being turned into a condo.

Nana Lil was a homely woman, her profile reminiscent of my favorite drawing, the hag who also looks like a fair maiden. But my Lord, there be no angle that turned this hag fair. She had a large fleshy nose grown at an elbow-macaroni arc and a chin hell-bent on shaking hands with that schnoz.

I played on five different basketball teams that fall and winter: a Peabody Jewish Community Center League team, a USY (United Synagogue Youth) team, the St. Adelaide's Church team, and Higgins Junior High's eighth-grade team and its freshman team. The quality of my teammates was in indirect proportion to the number of days of Rosh Hashanah its players observed.

My mother who had on numerous occasions boasted herself a Jew in name only" couldn't have named ten commandments if you spotted her nine plus "Thou shalt not..." and fired a pistol.

I'd been warned that the twelves table would be murder, but in reality, only twelve times twelve required any brainpower. How do you learn the twelves table? You learn the ones through the elevens, then twelve times twelve equals 144. That's how you learn the twelves table, friend.

Times tables were actually fun up to the fives. Six through nine took some effort. You had to memorize those and accept on faith that nine times six is fifty-four. But then, as if in reward for that effort, ten was a joke…

Unless the green smelled like Maui Wowie I'd never spark her interest.

Divorced dad is a far less demanding position than single mother. His weekly time commitment was that of an NFL play-by-play announcer, whereas my mom's job was the equivalent of running CNN.

It is strange that I am dying from a diseased womb, I who have never had periods and who have never known men.

Sometimes, I used to sit under the sky, on a clear night, and gaze at the stars, saying, in my croaky voice: 'Lord, if you're up there somewhere, and you aren't too busy, come and say a few words to me, because I'm very lonely and it would make me so happy. Nothing happened.

I suppose I am an old woman, but I still love looking at my face.
I don't know if it's beautiful or ugly, but it is the only human face I ever see. I smile at it and receive a friendly smile back.

'It's true, she agreed. 'You are the only one of us who belongs to this country.’
'No, this country belongs to me. I will be its sole owner and everything here will be mine.’

I cannot mourn for what I have not known.

"We're not very resourceful, are we!' said Greta ruefully.
'We come from a world where it wasn't necessary, everything was ready-made and we never asked how things were produced, replied Frances.

Because I want to know! Sometimes, you can use what you know, but that's not what counts most. I want to know everything there is to know. Not because it's any use, but purely for the pleasure of knowing, and now I demand that you teach me everything you know, even if I'll never be able to use it.
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her being a clock

Men mean you are alive, child. What are we, without a future, without children? The last links in a broken chain.