My sister tells a story I’ve never heard. She’s six and I am a baby, and we are at the apartment of our grandparents in Brooklyn. She makes me cry. Maybe accidentally, maybe on purpose, and my grandfather scolds her and becomes so agitated he has a heart attack and dies. He drops dead on the living room floor. My mother moves from room to room, unable t…
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