Where ethnicity is reserved for the Somalian refugees that pepper Burlington, but hardly touch the suburbs. ’A novel of a young girl growing up in the Latino section of Chicago.’ Okay… assigned to a freshman English class in Northern Vermont. ‘Mom, have you ever read The House on Mango Street?’ Okay, now I’m really testing that reality theory. But, to see her reading? She looks up at me and there are tears in her eyes.
Reading? I’m used to the insomnia, on both our parts… we knock around each other, say a few words and pretend to sleep. She’s got about 4 blankets piled on top of her and she’s…. She’s sitting in the living room illuminated by a booklite.
Kids asleep? Check…whoa, hold up a minute. The ones that blindside me and have that weird echo - is or isn’t this real? Sleep isn’t going to happen.
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