TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE

From Jonathan Lethem’s The Empty Room. My father created a sign-in sheet at the empty room’s door. My mother spent her afternoons managing it. This was the first thing she complained of when my father slogged in for dinner. If he arrived in time to personally hound kids from the room—always checking to make certain we’dContinue reading “TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE”