And my memory of her is slight except that I remember she did
all things dowerly. Eating, sleeping, working, praying. She
dropped dead on the stairs to her apartment. My apartment
than two on the afternoon of my high school graduation. A
terribly middle European joke if you ask me. Oh my. I mean,
oh my. Oh, you're what? But that was a long time ago and I
have no remembrance of any of it that I care to admit to
myself. Perhaps you can see now though, my good old mom and
good old papa Franklin. What's your name? Your first name? Uh
I'm Peter. I forgotten to ask you, Peter. Peter, Peter,
Peter, pumpkin eater. I am Jerry. Hello, Jerry. And let's
see now. What's the point of having a girl's picture
especially in two frames? I have two picture frames you
remember. I