This is another installment of a rough draft of a memoir chapter that covers fourth grade. This is the penultimate installment–only one more to go!
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On the afternoon of May tenth, when my dad got home from work, he and Mom sat me, Randy and June down in the living room. What could it be this time? Though it had subsided for awhile, the way light fell on the wall when I walked in from school was creeping me out again. The light was yellower, more spring-like, and it reminded me of something else I couldn’t remember and it made me feel like something terrible was imminent.
Dad spoke first this time. “The Bureau has transferred me,” he said. “To Newark, New Jersey.”
“Well not exactly Newark,” Mom corrected as if we, at ten, eight and three had ever heard of that city and its reputation for dirt, drugs and crime.
“Right,” Dad agreed. “A field office outside Newark called West Paterson. We’ll be looking for a house in one of the nearby small towns.”
“We’re moving,” I said.
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