She remarried this traveling salesman from Vegas and I haven't seen her since 1994. I walk into the kitchen, switching on the light. Another roach hurries across the floor, finding its home under the kitchen sink. We never had roaches at mama and daddy's house. I wonder if mama and daddy now have roaches because they are no longer together.
Roaches only come around things that are rotten.
The roach is making its way toward the garbage that we hid out of sight under the sink. I stand in the middle of the kitchen momentarily, glancing at the rotary phone hanging on the wall. Then, as quick as I imagine this, I am there, on the floor, gasping for air. I place my hands firmly on the floor in order to balance myself, but it is no use. I do not call for Manne, for he will get angry because I am having one of my fits.