Mostly it was after a long week of washing and caring for my father, on my brother's part, doing the dirty things that needed to be done to keep a convalescent man in a decent state of hygienic solvency, basic cleanliness, though my father was too far gone to be aware, howling, as he was, in his room at all hours, in bed, propped up on pillows with his mouth open and pajamas wet. Huntington's disease, Alzheimer's disease, pre-senile dementia came flying out of doctors' mouths, typed on to labels stuck on to folders, printed on letters forwarded to the Railroad Retirement Board to guarantee a pension. [...] I would agree to go, and then go back to my Green Chip Stamp licking at the table, say, in the living room, which served as a focal point off to the side, the shallow area called the dining place in the master plan of our Commerce home. [...] my brother, Albert, up and active in the house now, would be gathering stuff, keys and wallet and glasses and smokes, stopping in the hall to get a jacket if it was cold, asking me to call the Rosemead Drivein or the Gage to find out what blue flick was playing, what big butted, heavy breasted rendering of girl meets guy with thick masculinity on the wanting island.
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