I was always told my mother died the day I was born. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. I dined with a friend and went to the ‘Unusual. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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