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And so when I see her, my eyes stay past their welcome, and she flinches even as she keeps smiling. She is gaunt, yes, so gaunt that her face has been narrowed and slightly rearranged, her white teeth and her green eyes gaining prominence under the multilayered bonnet of hair that is as thick as my mother\u2019s but has always been a source of friction between them\u2014my mother is never happy with my sister\u2019s hair. But Cathy is also the only one of us with a touch of my father\u2019s dark skin, so she\u2019s already deeply tanned, and Stacey and Scott move to hide against her, peering out protectively from behind her hips.<\/p>\n

She certainly does not look sick, at least not in the way I imagined. She just looks different, and the difference registers in her smile, which is defensive and evasive and at the same time conspiratorial, and in her eyes, which turn wobbly at the height of their color, as if her pale green irises are made of some shuddering jelly.<\/p>\n

The difference is that she is onto me, that she is aware of my scrutiny and doesn\u2019t want to be scrutinized any more than Blanche DuBois did. Cathy generally doesn\u2019t give me, or anyone else, a kiss; she just offers her cheek, accepting whatever tokens of affection come her way. I step forward to kiss her but as I do she whispers, in the gruff Brooklyn voice she sometimes puts on, \u201cWhaddaya think you\u2019re looking at?\u201d It\u2019s late.<\/p>\n

Cathy retreats to her bedroom, followed by Janet, who might live with me but is not allowed to sleep with me for my mother\u2019s sake. I stand in the kitchen, hungry, and soon enough Mom finds cookies. \u201cHow do you think Cathy looks?\u201d she asks. \u201cShe looks okay,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

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ep_prh_7.3a_155318468_c0_r0 OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Dedication Epigraph PROLOGUE BOOK ONE In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man BOOK TWO Now I\u2019ve reached that age I try to do all those things the best I can BOOK THREE No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam EPILOGUE Acknowledgments OceanofPDF.com For Janet, without whom\u2026 OceanofPDF.com What about the boy? He saw it all. \u2014The Who, \u201cTommy\u201d Yet why not say what happened?<\/p>\n

\u2014Robert Lowell, \u201cEpilogue\u201d OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE Everybody knew. \u2014 Uncle Johnny knew. Mike Labella knew. My aunt Ceil knew, and so did my uncle Harry, my mother\u2019s brother. My father\u2019s surviving sisters\u2014Liz, Ellie, Millie\u2014all knew, and had known pretty much all their lives. Mr. Rudolph, our next-door neighbor, might not have known, but his wife, Ina, sure did. My older cousins Billy and Betty Ann knew, because of what their parents told them, and my younger cousins Mitchell and Michael knew because my father told them himself, when he was regaling them with his stories, which is to say when he was telling them his secrets.<\/p>\n

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